Their Parallel Universe ✓

Chapter 25

Gaele: So how was the beach? I'm sorry I wasn't able to reply to you then. I was kind of busy this past weekend too.

Ten2: it was fun, i guess. it'd have been better if we were able to stay longer to enjoy the place more, but uni was waiting for us. i just can't wait for the christmas break so i can have more time to go out. bro it's cool, no need to apologize. not like i'd be able to properly chat with you then. i told you the wifi in that place was shit. but busy eh? school stuff or just got some dates?

Gaele: Ah, that reminds me, December's coming in a few days, and your birthday is in a week. The third day, right? Just want to wish you a happy birthday in advance. University stuff is a given, but that's not what got me preoccupied during my time off. Date? Haha, sure things. Date with my friends. In case you don't know, I have friends too.

Ten2: thank you! you remembered? oh i guess that's coz we have the same birth month right? when's yours again? December 21? I never said you dont have any friends. in fact I think you have lots, you're a sweet talker after all. hmm i just thought you finally found someone

Checking the first few sentences that he typed, a frown crosses Poll's face. His eyes focus particularly on the date as a sense of familiarity rushes through him. It feels like someone he knows has a similar birthday, but he can't quite remember who it is. He then raises his head and looks around his mini studio, as if the stuff in the room will give him a clue.

His works are all over the area. Landscape paintings, anime drawings and a few pencil portraits of his favorite personalities. Most of the finished ones are neatly framed and hanging on the wall. And there are some, especially those he'd quickly sketched on a piece of bond paper, which he'd randomly stuck in any available space with masking tape.

A stool and an easel, with a work-in-progress painting of the flower garden on a canvas, are standing in the northwest corner of the room, a few feet away from a large awning window. Next to his drafting table, there is a long desk where he sets most of his art materials. Pencils, pens, brushes and other drawing tools are uncoordinatedly placed in different ice cream tubs that he designed and recycled as organizers—not that his workspace is anywhere near organized.

Poll notices the box of colored pencils and tubes of acrylic paint that are scattered on the long table, and makes a mental reminder to put them back in the drawer. That is, if he doesn't forget later.

It goes without saying that his studio is not exactly the tidiest place there is, but it doesn't bother him at all. If anything, he finds it comfortable to create his pieces in this kind of environment.

While most people can't work in a space where things are all over the place, as though their productivity is being impeded by the mess around them, the opposite is true for Poll. Seeing the clutter in his studio can always bring out his creative muse and help it flow well. This room gives the impression of carefreeness, thus making him feel more liberated to do anything with his craft.

It's one of the things that he has in contrast with his twin sister.

Turning back in front of him, Poll sees the blank vellum board and a few pencils on his drafting table. The picture that he has yet to sketch on the paper brings the image of a certain someone's place to his mind.

That's another person who is unlike him when it comes to tidiness.

Even his study table is too orderly. Eujae's workspace is completely different from mine.

The male twin blinks at the thought of the man.

Eujae. That's right. It's him.

Poll looks back at the phone in his hand, just to realize that he has not sent his reply to Gaele yet. Moving his right thumb, he quickly taps the mini paper plane icon on his screen before he switches to his social media account.