Update from: 1.1.2023
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Claire believes there's more to this Life, than being chained by responsibilities and repetition of same old Routings JOB, that she decides to sweep her bachelor's degre...
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She frowned and moved over to the other end of the table and sat in her favourite spot. She faced Boris who was at the other end still waiting for the spoon. She picked up the said spoon, sucked it thoroughly in her mouth , then stirred her hot-beverage that was now cold. This time she didn't place it back on the saucer but left it in her mug, confident that he won't get to it. ''Yes I mind, Boris! Yes I do. So, go get another one in the kitchen.''
Boris sighed. Not at all fazed by her childish behaviour.
''I'm dead tired. Now will you have pity on me and hand it over?'' He tried to persuade her. His hand outstretched, expecting Claire to walk over and hand him her spoon.
She wrinkled her nose at his persistance. *Didn't he see what I did to the spoon?*
'' You naughty brat! Give up on the idea and make use of your legs. Walk to that kitchen and get one for yourself.'' Her voice was loud enough to be heard all over the house.
Boris smiled, nimbling the plastic. He liked where the conversation was heading. ''I did make good use of my legs all night. Does that count enough to earn a pity?''
Claire turned a shed of pink as she stared at Boris with defiance. It wasn't what she meant at all, so why did he say that? She took a calming breath to cool her temper and replied coolly. ''You are beyond redemption! Don't talk to me again.''
''I wish that was easy.'' She glared at him.
*I'll pretend like I'm home alone and no one name Boris is sitting over there, making autrocious requests. Yes that's right, I'm home alone. All these were my imaginations.*
She picked up her phone and checked her chat. No reply yet! That was when she noticed a certain spot at the back of her hand was red. She did felt the pain this whole time but didn't expect a burn. It was like seeing the red skin made the tingling feeling increase.
*Great! If I'd known it would get to this, I would've applied a cold patch*
'' Let me! '' As Boris held her hands that was still holding her phone, he applied a jelly-like paste that gave the burn a cooling effect when it comes into contact with her skin. He spread a generouse amout carefully around it. Claire wondered how he got there without her noticing.
''How the hell do you maintain such delicate skin with how easily you hurt yourself. " he muttered, his voice decreases to a whisper "...like some kind of a 5 yrs old." He wasn't suicidal to let her hear him.
''This should prevent blemishes from appearing on the surface.'' A smile formed on his lips.
Claire slapped his hands off, giving him a once over look with her nose wrinkled.
''You stink, Boris. What the in the world did you do the whole night. Did you sleep like this? Haven't I thought anything.!'' Blunt and inconsiderate as always.
