𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽 [ Eng / Mly ]

chapter 2 - [ Acclimation. ]

The warm hue seeps into their window, emitting light inside.

Boboiboy stretches his body, feeling a wave of comfort radiate him. This is one of the best slumber he's had in years! Besides, nothing awaits him here, no missions or overly formal summaries. Boboiboy caught himself actually liking the change.

Failing at making the bed, he opts to grab a drink instead- oh.

The bottom bunk lies his father and Mechabot, both entangled into eachother. It looks painful, hugging like that. They are definitely gonna feel it later. Even so, Boboiboy smiles. A small, admiring grin. They looked awfully cute.

Boboiboy originates back to his old intentions. A cure for his sore throat.

He heads downstairs, being mindful of the familiarity of the household. Everything looks all too similar to the time he celebrated eid at Kota Hilir. Was it a year or two ago? He can't remember.

Nonetheless, Boboiboy grabs a mug and fills it with water. "That's not safe." a voice greets, snatching the cup. "Yes, it is." Boboiboy counters, "It has a filter!"

Sumorai raised his eyebrow, "A what?"

Boboiboy pouts, "The thing that makes water safe to drink." he says simply, the soreness of his throat really bothering him this time. He needs to replenish. "We don't have those, so Im gonna have to boiled water if you wish to drink."

"Is there no subsitute?"

"There's a pack of soda in there." Sumorai points to the fridge, watching as Boboiboy scurries grabs himself a chilled can of pop. "Sodas aren't healthly in the morning." The robot comments, unamused.

Boboiboy shrugs. "They aren't healthly ever but it does the job. Thanks Sumorai!" Boboiboy hands him a passing grin before heading out towards the living room.

At first, he thought about going back to bed. Continue sleeping for however long he desires, but Boboiboy is better than that. Years of dreadful mornings taught him so.

So he flops on the sofa and opens the TV.

Hm. It was Super Sentai. A group of colourful heros fighting bad guys, Boboiboy etch a deep frown. A real mood breaker the show was.

It reminded him too much of them.

"What's the matter?" Came a sudden voice, Boboiboy lifts to see Amato standing at the farthest end of the sofa. Prefusely rubbing his eyes. "Why the sag?" The boy asks again, sitting besides Boboiboy.

Boboiboy appreciates the effort.

"Just thinking about my friends." Boboiboy sighs, gazing at the ceiling. "I miss them, I miss them so much."

Amato pities him a frown.

"We're all stuck at the hip, heck, they go as far as to make celebrations less lonely for me..-" Boboiboy stops, taking into account the question Amato might have in his head. "You were always busy. Its been years since I last seen you."

"Im sorry." Why? Boboiboy wanted to ask, but instead he shrugs. "It's nothing." but it was everything.

"Look, Im not the best persuader and I don't know them like you do, but I do have Mecha and Pian, and I think they're close enough."

Boboiboy hears him out.

"I get it, the sudden tear from the people you see daily is weird. You'll feel empty and incomplete.. and what I do to get over that is well.. reason with myself mostly."

"Try to stay positive, and the next time I look back, they're with me again and everything is all good and stuff.." Amato stops abruptly, "I dont make any sense do I?"