Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education AU 2.0

Omake's 2

Soap Store

Edward's urgent voice crackled through Oliver's phone as he briskly maneuvered through the bustling aisles of the soap store, the bright fluorescent lights flickering overhead. He was juggling several shopping bags and dodging other customers as he attempted to make his way toward the checkout counter.

"Oliver! You've got to help me!" Edward's voice was a mixture of panic and frustration, slicing through the background noise of chatter and clattering carts.

Oliver frowned as he glanced at the clock on his phone, realizing he was already late for their planned meet-up. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the store on Edward's end, but it felt distant and almost surreal. With a reluctant sigh, he finally managed to pick up the call.

"What's going on?" Oliver replied, trying to suppress the annoyance creeping into his voice. He was right in the middle of shopping for some new clothes, a rare opportunity to find something that didn't scream 'school uniform.'

"I need your help, like, right now!" Edward's tone was urgent, the kind that sent a chill down Oliver's spine.

Oliver's heart sank at the desperation in Edward's voice. "I can't right now," he said, glancing at the neatly organized rows of jeans and shirts before him. "I'm in the middle of buying clothes."

The frustration in Edward's voice was palpable as he pressed for haste. "You have to come to the-"

Oliver's gaze darted around the clothing racks, desperate to locate the perfect outfit. But all he saw were rows upon rows of neatly arranged soap products lining the shelves.

"Why aren't you finding any clothes?" Edward asked, his voice crackling with confusion and impatience.

Oliver's mind raced as he tried to explain, but the absurdity of the situation left him momentarily speechless. All he managed was a bewildered, "There's only soap."

"Soap?! What do you mean, there's only soap?" Edward exclaimed, incredulity filling his tone. It was the kind of revelation that made no sense in his mind.

With mounting frustration, Edward urged Oliver to move away from the soap aisle. "Just go to a different aisle! There must be clothes somewhere!"

But every subsequent aisle yielded the same disappointing sight-shelves brimming with an array of soaps, from lavender to citrus, and even novelty-shaped ones that seemed more suited for a gift shop than a clothing store.

"Where are you, exactly?" Edward demanded, his patience hanging by a thread.

Oliver's blunt response only heightened the absurdity of the situation. "I'm in the soap store!" he said, unable to suppress the irritation in his voice.

Edward fell silent for a moment, the absurdity of it all leaving him momentarily speechless. "Why are you buying clothes at the soap store?!"

Oliver grit his teeth in frustration, feeling embarrassment creeping in as he struggled to defend himself. "Shut up! Don't judge me! Besides, you know I eat soap!"

The words hung in the air for a moment, both of them processing the ridiculousness of the situation. Edward sighed, realizing the futility of trying to reason with Oliver in this bizarre predicament.

"Forget it," Edward muttered, his tone tinged with resignation. "Let's just meet up later, okay?"

With that, he ended the call, shaking his head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all. As he stood there in the bustling store, surrounded by a plethora of scented soaps, he couldn't help but think that sometimes, life at Paper School was stranger than fiction.