Both of them were all packed up to see the eve by the evening.
On Arlaion's side,
"Uncertain, I am, how Wollenbury's a firework worth to see," his father admitted.
"The occasion, it is all about, father," Arlaion eagerly said
"I know, son," his father patted.
On Royyega's side,
"Wollenbury's a very quiet state, you not need worry of crowds in Wollenbury City," Walbode said, resting in his bed for his health. "The best place, you have dearly chosen."
"Thanks, Grandpa Walbode," Royyega thanked.
"Do you remember the way to the best view in the city?" Walbode wondered.
"I do, Grandpa," Royyega assured.
"Splendid," Walbode said.
Both their fashion were ready to see each other,
"Arlaion" "Royyega" Arlaion's father and Grandpa Walbode said at the same time.
"Make every moment last," both Arlaion's father and Grandpa Walbode said to them.
Arlaion had arrived at the fountain first, waiting some considerable minutes, until Royyega closed his ears behind him.
"Surprise!" Royyega tricked.
"Royyega,"
"Arlaion,"
Arlaion pulled Royyega's hips and both embraced and cuddled a deep compassionate forward kiss with smiles. After their solemn genuine kiss, they both looked into their eyes and slowly waggled their eyebrows, there was a secret goal they wished to accomplish before going to Wollenbury.
"YEAH! YEAH! I'LL BRING EVERYTHING I GOT!" that father shouted.
"YOU DO THAT!" that mother shouted.
"YEAH I'LL DO IT!!" that father shouted
"GO ON THEN!!" that mother shouted.
And Tayshawn was in his bedroom, the doors and windows locked, and so were his aspirations and emotions. Arlaion and Royyega were there to lift his aspirations up again, as Arlaion used a window cut to cut the window.
"Arlaion, Royyega?" Tayshawn shocked.
"Come with us, child," Arlaion invited.
"Do you want to witness the greatest light in your life?" Royyega cheered up.
Tayshawn did not hesitate, and jumped out of the cut window, holding both Arlaion and Royyega's hands as they marched happily to the bus station to Wollenbury city.
Meanwhile, in the canals of the capital, Hwillfyrd rowed the canoe for her dear mother.
"Baguette, madame?" Hwillfyrd said like a gentleman.
"Oh, fils," Lepille appreciated.
"So the canals of France, these are?" Hwillfyrd said. "Far different than Italy, they are."
"Retirees find smiles in the canoe, musicians see an entire world in a loop," Lepille said. "Mon fils, glad I am, to see this with you," she smiled. "To return home, do you wish not?"
"Solace, I seek," Hwillfyrd stated. "This is my home now."
After the row, Hwillfyrd kindly helped Lepille back to the docks. Then his screens rang to him, he kindly gave Lepille a large sum of coins to give to the busker playing the accordion.
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Tales from the Former Universe
Ciencia FicciónThe tales and the lives that once filled a former universe of two teenage friends against the world, a new mother conceiving her adolescent orphaned son, a willful space scientist, a petty man of the rebellion, and a typical middle-class couple, to...
