A Game of Flags

Chapter Five: Gimitri the Gardener

𝗔s Perekin Bethel Jr. sat down at the table, the parents came to him, with what appeared to be no hope in their eyes.
"Shoplifting!" said the Mother. "What, can't make money at your age so you have to rob things to survive of?"
"What were you even thinking, son?" said Perekin. "Shoplifting isn't okay, if you needed money i'm pretty sure Betty and I would've lended you some."
Perrin sat up, slipping a little scoff out. "Yeah right," he said. "All you guys do is yell at me and spoil the others."
"I beg to differ!" said Betty. "You are a grown adult, but you still live under our roof. Just because your legally able to be independent does not mean that you get to be all bossy and rude around the house. If you do not like it, pack your things and leave!"
"This situation does not need to be escelated further, Betty," said Perekin.
"I beg to differ again!" said Betty, slamming her hands on the table as she glanced at Perekin and then Perrin. "I'm sorry, dear, but you have been letting him off the hook too many times, he will not listen. What is he, twenty-four? twenty-five?"
"I'm twenty-two," said Perrin, "twenty-three soon."
"Point still stands!" said Betty, as she got up the same time as Perrin did, as Perrin was walking out of the backdoor and into the Garden. "If you do not get your self straight, Perekin Bethel the Second, you will be out and on the street. Do you hear me!"
The Echoes of her Voice can be heard as Perrin walked along the Garden, as he came across the local Gardener; Gimigrin Banerjee, nicknamed as Gimitri; or Gim, as he was growing the plants in one of the shelters, as Perrin glanced at him.
"Hard work, is it?" said Perrin, which made Gimitri jump as he got up.
"Oh, yeah.. very, makes me smelly too, have to take atleast four showers."
Perrin awkwardly nodded, as he glanced up at the Moon and looked back at Gimitri, with a little smirk. "Take the Night off."
"You serious?" said Gimitri.
"Yeah, why not, it seems pretty late, don't want those bitchy idiots making you sleep deprived, go along. It won't bite."
Gimitri looked skeptical, as he walked out of the Shelter. "My name is Gimigrin Banerjee."
"I am-"
"Oh, i know who you are, Percival Junior," said Gimitri. "Overheard your old folk talk about you, the oldest sibling."
Perrin awkwardly nodded, as Gimitri rambled on, Perrin barely catching onto what he said, but heard; "Oh, right, if you want to hang out soon enough. Contact me, here is my number."
He gave Perrin his number, as he walked off in a happy mood, which enlightened Perrin's mood a little, as he put the paper in his pocket.

Perrin was now chilling on one of the roofs, as he felt the weird aura approach him, with a murmured "Fuck" slipping out of his mouth as he looked down at the slab.
"You don't look so happy," said Arathor. "Looks like you got kicked out."
"Just leave me alone," said Perrin, as he turned to Arathor, "you've already put me in bad shit. Talking to me now won't make things better."
"I am not here to make things better for the situation," said Arathor; "i am here to make things better for you."
"Oh yeah, like what? Loan me a huge chunk of money, thats gonna work. Is it? I have a wealthy family you diptard!"
"Oh, but i don't think they will be loaning you money anymore," said Arathor. "I overheard their conversation after you left, they plan on cutting you off."
Perrin was silent, as Arathor continued: "At first i thought it was extreme myself, but considering you robbed people of their items for god knows how long, i think it's safe to say it was for good reason."
"Good reason!" said Perrin. "What good reason is that? Thats like encouraging me!"
"You will not be encouraged," said Arathor, as he took a few more steps forward. "Or i will stop you myself."
Perrin was silent again, as Arathor continued: "So, lets make some arrangements -"
"Wait, wait -"
"- nah, uh! You've caused enough. You need to be on a leash, your parents wont do that. So i will do it myself."
"What! I barely know you!"
"Shut up!" said Arathor. "Or i will turn you in!"
Perrin's eyes widened, as Arathor cleared his breath. "You and I, can make a very good team. I need someone like you on my team, if you do not obey my orders. You will be turned in gladly, do you understand?"
Perrin was silent, not knowing what he was signing up for, but he took the risk, as he slowly nodded.
"Good," said Arathor, as he raised his arm and another piece of paper came falling down into Perrin's hands. "That is the Address, i expect you there tommorow. It has the time and everything, good-bye!"
Before Perrin could speak, Arathor had disappeared, leaving Perrin what could only be described as blank; yes, he was blank. He did not know what was ahead; he had no idea, but whatever it was. It was no good, especially coming from folk like him.

So Perrin went home, he did not talk to anyone. He did not do any extreme parkour, he went home, through the gardens, and into his bed, not saying a word. As he quickly fell to sleep.

Six is soon!