Science (Off/Gun)

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Become a scientist was Off's biggest dream. He worked hard to get his diploma and work at the international institute. He could crack the most complicated formulas or explain the mythical phenomenons. 

Yet he was lost while looking at the tiny man sitting on the floor, blinking cutely at him through his long eyelashes, occasionally flapping his sparkling, almost transparent wings. 

"I told you, I was a fairy." The man pouted. Off shook his head. He refused the idea that the strange flower he received at the botanic garden was the little guy's resting place.

"You woke me up, so you have to take care of me," The small creature pointed a finger. 

"No, you can't be a fairy. Go back home." Off tried to throw the boy out. 

"You destroyed my home." A so-called fairy accused him as he carefully looked around the room. 

"I am staying here." 

"At least tell me your name." Off sight in defeat, leaning on the sofa, hoping the science give him an answer with the time. 

"I am Gun." The man grinned. 

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