Koke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one.
He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
Koke is running at a leisurely pace on a nearly empty street under the midmorning sunshine. He does so in a black cotton bunny hug covering his head. He matches it with light grey cotton joggers and white takkies. He's cutting on his speed little by little until he stops and bends to touch his knees. He huffs steadily with his mouth open, remaining in the posture for half a minute before straightening his frame and commencing a fast tread.
His next stop is a bar in which he sits facing the back of it before the bartender places the lad's order in front of him. A bubbly cold one in a green bottle. He looks into his phone while his forearms rest on the counter prior to his first touch on the bottle. He slugs some wobbly pop casually as he scrolls on his gadget.
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To a small extent, Koke is tilting his head whilst he focuses on the laptop screen in front of him. The computer is set on the large oval table in what seems to be the dining room of a cool home.
Sounds of a youngsome little gel dominate the outside end of the main door. Her words aren't clear but mommy is the outstanding one amidst the jougling and clicking of keys with the lock. The garage mix white door opens to reveal a missy with fairly large eyes, cheeks and a walnut skin colour. The poppet beams at Koke who responds with a bright countenance, widening and playfully rolling his eyes at the young girl. She calls out his name with excitement as she runs to him.
The two immediately engage in a conversation that reports to him the day's school incidents. The lassie is chuffed with drawing Koke's face when she's given the exercise to do so. She shrugs her bag off her back with the intent to reveal the drawing to the lad.
Meanwhile, an older woman closes and locks the door and watches the interaction for some time until she clears her throat. The baby pauses her motions mid-way, her largish black eyes flipping to Koke who arches his brows in response. The little one turns to face the black woman in a purple blouse tucked in a somewhat taut black knee-length skirt.
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“Mommy, you wanna say something?” She blinks innocently as she awaits the mother's reply.
“Yes, Penny. So, how about you bathe first and then we can take a look at your picture? Mmm?” She tilts her head. The lass's face brightens at the idea and she quickly nods to that.
“Yes mommy. After me, you're the next.” The child bounces off for the lavatory, leaving the small blue backpack to the Koke.
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