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A playground!
As a child I loved these places so much, I used to go there everyday. A small, excited skip was in my steps. Soon, we got to know that it was a game named Dalgona. I never played it since I'm from Germany, and at least in my circle, it was never known there.
I've chosen a triangle, the strongest shape. I could definitely use some sugar that attend's to my headache, since I frowned at Sang-woo the whole time and listened how he's trying to put us all on the line.
I don't trust him one bit. I believe that he's that kind of a man that throws everyone in the fire if it means he's the one coming out of it alive.
Well, he can be sure that I'll be standing behind him and make sure he's getting thrown in the fire as well.
We have ten minutes to remove our shapes from the honeycomb with a simple needle, and we're going to be dead if our shape cracks.
No pressure at all. Easy peasy.
Everyone searches a place to settle, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't run to the big ass slide, climb up the stairs and settle down right before the slide. I grew excited with how high it is, I've always loved high slides.
At least when I'm dead, my body can still experience sliding it down.
I began scraping around the lines with the needle, and I wonder if I even make process at all. I change my technique and nibble on it while I watch a worker climbing up to my place, and I smile once I see Tringly's head pop up.
He may be my death sentence if I fail, but as he squatted down next to me, I'm grateful for his company.
„I wonder if you have a favorite song, or a song that may suit this whole situation." I say while carefully cracking the edges and stuff them in my mouth.
„I've thought about it a lot, and I have a few songs that would suit this. You wanna hear?" As always, he didn't made any movement for me to continue, yet I take it that he's so mesmerizing by the beauty of my voice that he forgot his vocabulary.
I feel so flattered.
„First, it's Money, Money, Money by Abba, of course. And I'll be very disappointed if you don't know this song. Oh boy, you better know or I'm going to haunt your ass." I point my finger at him playfully, giggling afterward before I return on my little puzzle.
„And a song that definitely suits this is Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister. Seriously, this is going to be my fight song." I smile, but it dropped as I eye him.
