Moki's drama

Mingkwan

"Why is the kitten wearing a panda mask?" Gun, his colleague said, referring to Copter eyebags the following day. They were having breakfast at the pantry when they saw Copter arrived from the lift. At the same time, Kimmon walks to their partition space looking for their team leader with a serious face as hell.

Green sighed referring to Kimmon frowning face. "Can he at least smile for one time? Just once?"

"I bet he had Moebius syndrome."

"What's that?"

"Google it." Mike shrugged leaving Green to glare at him and enjoying his breakfast.

Copter is grumpy for not having enough sleep, walking like a slow zombie to his table when he accidentally bumping into Kimmon, his boss. "What do you want?" He hissed without looking and walking away.

"Did he just..." Green started.

"Hmm, hmm" Gun and Mike glancing at each other and nodded.

"And he just walks...."

"Hmm, hmm."

"Nope. Not a clue." Toptap added when he passes thru the incident.

But to their surprise, the young CEO does not retort back, showing his rarest smile watching the kitten walk away.

"Did he just..." Green started again.

"Hmm, hmm." They agreed without glancing at each other.

"Is this the end of the world?"

They quickly run to call their mom. "Mom, I love you!!"

After that, his next day and after was all devastating when Mingkwan taunted him after he managed to get his phone number in pretence they need to schedule a time for playing. He was invited every time he is online, which he declines.

"I have work. Stop sending me a message."

"Stop daydreaming on your crush."

"I'm not. Who are you? How do you know I have a crush? You never met me." Copter reply innocently.

"You just admit it and you're easy to read. Plus you're short. "

"No, I'm not. I'm 175cm, an average Thai height."

"...and I'm right. An only short person has a short temper."

Copter gritted his teeth hard. "If we met, I'll chop you and feed you to my neighbour piranhas."

Copter start using the mic after few attempts of avoiding it. He manages to dodge the request but surrender when he losing the bet.

"Open your mic, kid. Talk to an adult." Mingkwan dares Copter on one night, typing on the chatroom. 

"Why do I need to?" He whines at their games chatroom.

"You think you have time to types when you request help? You have short fingers."

"I'm not! You never met me. You don't know that." He gives his script every time Mingkwan manage to guess his appearance.

"You reply late. That proves something."

"I have other things to do."

"I don't want to talk to some jerk."