Leave Past; Live Past

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Doing necessary duties as a worker, being lazy brings no good. Exerting effort to keep things tidy—until the phone lit up and sounded. Upon peeking at the name, a smile formed naturally; automatically pressing buttons with haste. It’s them!

A long message with words of different emotions and scales incorporated. “[How are you? Is everything alright over there?] I’m better than usual, you know how I am. [We know you, absolutely. That’s why we’re more worrisome than ever, we miss you over here. Won’t you come back soon? Forget about those issues, everyone is trying hard to lessen the burdens. Why don’t you help us here instead?] Don’t worry about me, tell them that I’ll work and study harder in order for us all to be together again. I actually landed a pretty decent and high-paying job somewhere, just somewhere. Open up if you’re in immediate need of money, I can manage. Mom, don't lie. Trust me for once, okay? Bid them I love you from me, then one for you: I love you mom.” A heavy sigh was released before sending the last text, a glimpse of silence filled the store. Unconsciously staring at the person standing still, plus having entitled own thoughts commentary. He looks like the straight-out-of-the-picture type of person, the background seems to go along well with him—commendable.

Getting immersed in ideas, it overflowed and popped like a bubble that snapped back reality. An attempt to get a grip of own self, a puny head shake was made. “What am I doing? I was supposed to check on him and not formulate things,” whispered to self. A couple of steps was all it took to go out and be in front of him, he remained like a mannequin; though only moving his eyes, following the person in front. “Good morning, you’ve been here for a while now. What can you say about the idea of joining me inside?” asked but to no response. Looking clueless of how to handle such kind does wonders but with limitations. What’s wrong with him? Ain’t he going to follow basic human courtesy?

Still up to no avail, it is bound to happen. Then, is he perhaps lost? Calmly checking around the perimeters if he's with somebody else first before anything else, helps reduce possible embarrassment and misunderstanding. I don't think so . . . but to be honest, it seems like he's got something in his head. Believe me or not, it is meant in a good way.

The guy is firm in his role, not bulging an inch. “This won’t do, let’s go inside as I figure out what to do.” Dragging the other one inside then forcing him to take a seat, cause there’s no other way around; leaving him for awhile to grab something turns to an eye-opener. Now that I’ve got a clearer sight, his visuals are outstanding— Upon him sitting, his eyesight was fixed at nothingness. Even just by doing nothing, praises follow quietly, with them trying not to cause disturbance that brings unwanted change —innocent looking puppy-like features that make you feel comfortable at nothing at all, he’s unusually casual at carrying such an aura.

Approaching him while displaying presence to not invite nonessential surges of reflexes, using any methods available; awkwardly made actions that resulted in noises. “I’ve already contacted the officials, they’ll be the one to help you in my stead.” Helping self only by grabbing a seat next to him, in an attempt to analyze the situation more. “I don’t have anything with me right now, but here.” Smoothly sliding something to him, unfolding his hands and molding it to hold them. A reaction was made through skinship—his eyebrows creased a bit. “That's a boiled egg, it’s really bland and dry.” Why did I explain to that extent? Boiled egg is a boiled egg, so it’s already common sense. I’m disappointed in you, myself. “Anyway, the table salt helps give taste, it is wrapped inside the tissue paper by the way. And then as for the water, it will revitalize the affected area of dryness.” That’s my rations . . . nevermind, I can handle. Looking troubled as one should, unwillingness is defeated by humanity.

A weird opening for your day, just starting but even I can feel the tiredness one feels.

“Why did dad even request me to personally fetch someone who’s unfortunately my cousin whom I don’t even know at all?! Calm down, calm down. It isn’t worth it, let’s bear with it in exchange for my prior granted appeals.” She breathes in and out countlessly, mustering up her courage to go out the car and take someone from the precinct. “He better be thankful that I’m near, because if not—why does everything irritate me so easily?! Just thinking about possible scenarios overheats my brain, gosh.”

The overwhelming loud noises that one spouts truly befits the environment, she sighed. “LUCARIO SYNC!” she released, as well as those pent up emotions. Everyone learned the word silence at that point, the same moment where she spotted someone then went ahead. “Is he the one? He seems like the one from the picture,” she mumbled. “Well, who cares? Let’s go, I still got to deliver you to the designated destination—my cousin from yet unknown origins. Spare me the gratitude for now, the driver is waiting outside.”

As she was about to leave and go out with him tailing her, she looked back once more and left words. “Thank you for your good work, officers!” Forcing him to bow down his head as appreciation to the service they provided.

In the car. “So? What’s your plan?” she asked out of the blue, they’re both seated at the back with gap in between.

That girl earlier said to eat the egg in one go? Did she? She did? What was it? In his own realm, not minding the outside controversies.

“Let me peel the egg shell for you.” As far as I could remember, she talked about it while tearing bits of the egg’s protective barrier. Their bond must be deep, her face projects signs of distress looking at such sight.

“The fun part of eating boiled egg is to safekeep it first in your mouth then dividing it into pieces,” as per what she instructed and somehow demonstrated.

Clueless of the world, sometimes those who are naive are the cutest. Imitating the flashbacks he recalled, with the boiled egg near his mouth; trying to open and fit the egg in his mouth as wide as he can, having his own domain with nuisance faded—few attempts were made before successfully securing it. This is how it is supposed to be? Chomp, chomp is next then. The self-satisfaction he felt after was not so well received by the other party.

“What’s he doing? I don’t even know by now if I’m the idiot or him, just no point if I’m asked.” She was forced to talk to her own self, brushing off the thoughts by bobbing her head. On-going munchies as his lips lift a little forming subtle smile, well his attention is again into something empty.