FALSE Clairvoyance

Awkward

Koke's brows pull up for the slightest moment before he goes first to extend his hand towards the fellow firstborn. "Hi." He says simply.

"Hi Koke, it's nice to meet you." The two shake hands, their smiles almost subtle. Marion retrieves her hand after seconds of awkward contact. Fina's son looks away to Catherina who tilts her head with a chewing smile. "You are welcome." The daughter of the house adds.

"Thanks." The guy clears his throat after a semi-hoarse voice.

"So, Fina, I think that now there's no age segregation. Koke is not going to be bored anymore with our oldie conversations. Another dot-com person is here." Catherina sips from her glass.

"Aaaa." The visiting mother nods knowingly, her mouth open. "No wonder, my son had to stand. So he knows how important it is to have a person like Marion around."

The adult children smile to the floor, the male caressing his lips with his fingertips. "Koke, don't worry about these two. That's how they played with me the last time mummy was here." Catherina's daughter says, her hand tapping on Fina's shoulder and her eyes taking in the dude relaxingly.

"Oh my daughter. For real? Haha. You don't know how my son is enjoying the oldies. I know your mission. You've just come to digitalise him. Aaaa." Catherina wiggles her finger at Marion jokingly. The smiles on all of the faces in the room define a jovial afternoon.

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Koke is sitting with his back facing the cupboard. His forearms rest on the table as his thumb swipes up and down on his phone screen. The white light from the small bulb up on the ceiling faintly illuminates the room which he occupies alone at the moment.

Marion appears from a corner on the lad's left, immediately stopping and turning to him. She is in a foxy black tank top and a similarly fitting pair of pants. Slightly, she leans forward with her hands holding onto the top edges of the chair facing the main door. Her bust is a literal temptation.

It's several seconds now that Fina's son is looking up at her, the light from his gadget screen off with time. "Hey...." The babe's voice is a sweeter pitch than the one from the earlier interaction.

"Hey." His is abnormally humble whilst he manages a timid wave at her.

"Um....I just wanna know whether the bags in my room are yours....cause...." She points to the direction of her room.

"Uh....What colour are they?" Koke asks.

"One is a black small bag and the bigger one is....Oh....Oh....I guess they're the ones....I mean, they're mine actually er...." He turns his face around after interrupting.

"Never mind. I just wanted to make sure. It's my mum who put them there, I know. It's okay." Replies Marion, saving his explanations. Her pretty posterior wiggles behind the black-fitting pants while she heads back to her bedroom. Koke hardly lets such chances to the wind. His attention follows the show until the girl disappears. Suddenly, he turns his visage away from that direction, bringing his sight towards the small window on the wall opposite. He tilts his head, a smirk cracking on his face before shaking his head.

Auntie Catherina and Fina enter the room via the front door, both of them holding saucepans with the aid of small cloth pieces. The older-looking woman comes in first, her eyes landing on Koke immediately. "Aaww dear son. Aren't you bored being here alone?" Her countenance expresses worry. The dude opens his mouth to reply but Marion's mother speaks before he can say a word. "I'd thought you and Marion were catching up?" She asks.

Fina jumps in to explain on behalf of her firstborn. She tells her buddy that the guy's nature is characterised by a phobia of new people. "But he eventually gets used." Finishes the female visitor. Their chief host tilts her head and shrugs, her brows arching when she looks at the lad one more time before the ladies continue with their movement past the table.