Ghosts of the past (Singamalay & ASEAN)

Oblivious idiots

"You heard that, didn't you? I was just really agitated. I'll control my response better next time,"

-3rd Person POV-

They laughed, and each went on one side of Singa as they put an arm around his shoulders.

"No! We just meant that we were shocked and surprised," Thai exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's was interesting to see a burst of anger come out of you since you're usually so collected,"

They continued joking around until they reached the spot they'd agreed to meet. They waited for a few minutes until they saw Brunei, Cam, and Myan's voices ringing through from down the street.

All of their pets started mingling and playing together as the group became bigger.

"Hey guys! Sorry it took a while. It was hard to find a spot in this crowded place," Brunei smiled.

"Nah, it's fine. We weren't waiting that long anyway. Now, Thai, come on! Lead the way to this new shop! I'm dying to try it!" Malay replied.

The shop itself also wasn't far from their meet-up spot. They were greeted by another familiar country.

"Aussie! Hey! It has been a while since our last meeting! How's your brother been? Are you the one who owns this place?" Malay asked.

Aussie laughed. "Yep. I really wanted to, so it tried it, and it worked out. I'm actually covering a shift here since someone was sick.

It hasn't been that long? You saw me a few days ago for the shipment of milo?

What happened to your ankle? Seems like a might bad sprain if you need crutches?

Oh, and NZ? Yeah, he has been fine. The last time I saw him, he created a little nature kiwi pen to help any stray ones that are injured,"

Malay gasped, but before before they continued conversing and explaining the situation with his foot, Aussie brought them to two circular tables.

Five people on each table. The first table has Singa, Brunei, Cam, Phil, and Malay. The second had Indo, Viet, Thai, Myan, and Laos.

As for their pets, Aussie had a little spot in the restaurant to separate them from their owners so they could have a break.

That spot was filled with playground equipment and bowls for their owners to order the pets of their food.

Malay and Aussie continued while the others went into conversation of their own or were deciding on what to order.

Phil was sitting opposite Singa when he noticed that he was staring at something.

Following his gaze, he was surprised, not really, to find that the subject was Malay, who was happily speaking to the Australian who sat between them.

He gave a small wave, catching the attention of the Singaporean, and winked at him.

Singa knew that Phil caught him staring. Flustered, he looked back to the other male, and he pointed to Indo on the other table, talking to Myan about random subjects.