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...
It's a bright sunny morning reflected on Koke's natural warm skin. He's looking into the distance through the small window of his room. Standing on his left, several steps away is a feminine figure. She saunters towards him, stopping before the small table with the whiskey flask and glass. She picks up the tumbler and the other container, the baggy sleeves of her red floral maxi dress moving rhythmically as she pours some of the light brown liquid into the glass, filling it quarter way.
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The lad watches her with zero expression. She looks up after placing the flask back in its position, her eyes meeting with the guy's momentarily before Auntie Fina's son blinks away his attention to somewhere but her. The babe advances towards Koke with two steps and now she stands a few inches from him, offering the drink to the dude.
The trauma victim's black-brown irises switch to focus on Marion's face from which they turn to see the liquor extended towards him. Gently, his hand accepts the offer. “Thanks.” He mutters. Their sights lock in contention, a smile spreading on the psychic's visage.
The lady apologises for invading his personal space, giving the reason that she deeply feels the urge to come near him. Koke swallows down the single shot, keeping the glass in his hand while he leans on the sill to focus on the outside.
The fostress folds her lips prior to her eyes looking away from the fellow firstborn. “Who's that guy that I was standing with?” She asks with her arms folded.
Auntie Fina's son sighs before answering her. “You mean....Yeah. That one.” Auntie Catherina's daughter quickly interjects. Koke's attention and hers snap together in time for their glances to meet. “Goodness....I'm sorry.” Another interruption. “Alright. Now that his name is on my memory and I'm remembering it right now, do you mind....You know, sorting yourself? Now that I'm a slave or something?” A pinch of anger builds up in his steven regardless of its lowness. The woman lets him finish this time around without her interception. She only maintains a remorseful countenance, lowering her look away from the subtly frustrated lad's face to somewhere around his torso. The very faint lines of distress on the guy's forehead swiftly disappear just as they come not even a second ago.
“I'm sorry....” They both say at the same time and at the same moment Marion's attention shifts back to Koke's face. The male firstborn decides to say no more for the next few seconds after he backs out of the gaze battle.
“My apologies. I just want to give you a chance to say things yourself. I promise not to interrupt. We're still friends, yeah?” A charming smile manifests on the psychic's visage for Auntie Fina's son. It's a knowledgeable consideration from her and a wise decision since the dude turns his focus back to her.
“He's called Gomunsa. A childhood friend and pretty much up to now.” He says.
