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"And what is your name?" Abayomi asked, his voice coasting off his tongue softly.
"it's not important or anything special," Spitfire replied
a small teasing grin revealed, "It's Spitfire."
Abayomi smiles,
he's never heard such an interesting name before,
"How is Spitfire not a Special name?" he asks curiously.
Spitfire shrugs, he puts his head down in thought, he's never thought of himself as Special or unique, although his fanbase loves him for his individuality, his self-esteem was the height of a grain of rice,
"T-thank you," he answers.
"And look... our lunch is here," Abayomi says, looking at Barb with the two salads one in each hand.
"Here you go... hope you enjoy, I made them myself," Barb spoke, glancing down to Spitfire, who looked very distressed,
Barb frowns but smiles instead, walking away behind the counter.
"Abayomi, you said your from Egypt, right?" Spitfire questions,
stabbing a piece of chicken, a mandarin orange, and lettuce onto his fork, taking a mouthful.
Also, Swallowing the delicious salad Abayomi answers,
"Yes... I'm from the Valley of Kings,
the Markas neqada runs past it," He explains.
Spitfire bounced his head listening,
these names were so fascinating to him, "W-why... why are you here, Abayomi?"
"I've already explained, But in further detail this time, I suppose...
I'm looking for my sherik," Abayomi clarifies, "I have three alsugae, and... I need a Sherik to finish off my mission."
"I don't understand," Spitfire says,
a small, titter follows as he takes another bite.
"Please don't worry yourself about what I've said just now," Abayomi says, placing a hand on Spitfires.
Spitfire looked at his hand with Abayomis on top, glancing back up to Abayomi's eyes "here we go again with these feelings," Spitfire thought to himself, gazing back at this beautiful exotic man.
Abayomi stared at Spitfire,
he was deep in thought when he out of the blue blurted out something in the Arabic language, "Ant Jamila Jadda!"
Spitfire screeches out with a laugh, "What?"
Abayomi glared, his eyes soft, "I said... You are so beautiful."
Spitfires cheeks lit up as he put his head down,
blushing has always been something he's struggled with.
Abayomi placed his fingertips gently on Spitfires cheek,
Spitfire winced a bit, and he ducked his head out of fright, usually, when someone lifted a hand, it never ended well.
"Shhhhhh." Abayomi says, his voice soft and low, "Don't shy away,
I'm not going to hurt you."
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Spitfire
Genç Kurgu"Spitfire" is a fictional story, it's based on a character named Spitfire who, indeed messes his life up at a very early age of 20! But his best friend and Future partner save his life in an ever so exhausting survival against the world as we know i...
