The Proposal

This world does not recognise the weak ones

In the morning, Mew is woken up with a push on the ankle:

"You've been sleeping way too much long. In the old days, you would have already rushed to me for coffee."

"Thank you for reminding me about my status of an 'errand boy'," Mew kneads his shoulders and back stiff from lying on the floor, and then exclaims, "Half past seven? Are you serious?"

"And what? The shops didn't work yesterday, but today everything is open, right?"

"Even if so, then?"

"We're going to buy me a phone."

"Mmm, and was it impossible to postpone such an important mission to nine or ten o'clock in the morning?"

"It was."

"Why?"

"Because at nine-ten I will have another mission. Phi Min — I'm sure — is already smashing the publishing house, and I'm out of touch."

"Text him in the messenger from your laptop."

"Are you laughing? This genius of philosophical-astral shit does not approve modern ways of communication."

In fact, Gulf is right. But breakfast today will not be served until half past eight, and to skip it in order to go in the company of the boss for a new three-eyed gadget is a poor prospect."

"Then we'll stop by for breakfast somewhere."

Gulf adjusts the collar of a white and green polo:

"I'll buy you a takeaway burger. As the compensation."

"That's not what I meant."

"I'll be waiting for you outside in ten minutes. Um... can you drive a car yourself?"

"You'll see," Mew winks at him, rolling onto his stomach and hugging a pillow, "damn, Gulf, but without me - no way?"

"No, Mew, no way."

"Mmm, are you afraid to get bored?"

Gulf rolls his eyes and then purses his lips:

"Dream on. I'm just counting on a decent discount at one of your family stores."

Mew grins, emerging from under the covers, which causes a mock-squeamish expression on Kanawut's face:

"You need to warn me that you're sleeping naked," he snorts in the doorway.

***

"Mm, just an Audi? Why not a Porsche?"

"Well, such miserable 'nobodies' like us can't afford it," Mew gets behind the wheel, "and? It seems that of the two of us, you were in a hurry to go shopping."

Without looking at him, Gulf finds himself inside the car.

They barely have time to leave the territory of the residence when he hears:

"Do you have a temple here?"

"Yes, but..."

"Let's go there... first."

"Why?" Mew raises an eyebrow, "did you decide to start the year with the appeasement of sins?"

Mew's tone is mocking, but Gulf does not parry, but only looks straight into his eyes and says in a low voice:

"Park on the side of the road. I'll get out."

All the fun instantly dissolves.

"What's wrong, Gulf?"