The Frozen Melody

25.Electricity.

It had been a few weeks since Hibie and Tyson’s combined birthdays. After getting the boxing gloves from Tyson, they have set aside two hours every Friday afternoon to train. That time was when Tyson did not have to work, but it unfortunately also coincided with when Gizon was free.

The first Friday they were in their backyard, Tyson was going through the basics of how to properly make a fist when Gizon swept down from the sky above and landed beside them.  Shifting to his human form even before his feet touched the ground; Gizon hopped right over to Hibie and tried to drag her off to some activities he had planned. Tyson quickly stepped in to stop him, explaining that he had this time booked.

“What the hell?! But thiz iz the only time I’m free!” the griffin boy whined loudly in annoyance. “The dictator,” referring to the principal, “haz me ztudying  every zingle friggin’ minute! Now’z the only time I’m free!”

Tyson crossed his arms and stood his ground, “That’s too bad. But you did fail on all your tests.”

“That’z ‘cauze I’m from Zouthland!”

“And that’s why you gotta study hard now to catch up. I heard you got zeros on a few exams”

“Wait, that’z got nothing to do with what we’re zaying!” Turning to Hibie, Gizon put on his best pleading puppy eyes, “Come on Hibie, don’t ca wanna hang out with me?”

The girl looked between the two boys, uncertain how she should answer. Blushing, she hid behind Tyson to save herself the trouble.

Once again, Tyson came to her rescue, “Quit bugging us. Don’t you want Hibie to know how to defend herself in case something bad happens?”

“What’z gonna happen in the dreadfully peaceful Northland?!” Gizon asked with an eye roll and waved his hands around for dramatic effect.

Tyson shrugged, “You never know. But don’t you care for Hibie? Better safe than sorry, right?”

Growling, but unable to argue with that, Gizon gave up and finally left them alone to practice.

Another week came and passed, and Gizon was there again to steal Hibie away. Much arguing later, Tyson managed to convince the griffin to leave them alone.

This continued every Friday until finally, a month went by. 

That Friday came along with an extremely determined Gizon, and a more than slightly annoyed Tyson. Hibie foresaw the routine quarrelling that was bound to happen, and decided to escape by going on a long washroom break.

Five minutes later, she peeked outside the washroom window and saw Gizon was still trying to grind some sense into the dark haired boy.

“Come on man! Juzt chill for a day and let Hibie hang out wi-!”

“No!” Tyson’s snapped out for the tenth time. He was getting tired of Gizon wasting their precious training time every single Friday.

Yet the young griffin refused to give in this time, and he kept on insisting that it was his turn with Hibie.

Finally, when the other began ignoring his words, Gizon finally lost his cool.

“What the fuck iz wrong with you Tyzon?!”

Tyson glared back at the griffin, and replied with just as much force, “That’s what I should be asking you! Get a life and quit bothering us every fuckin’ Friday!”

Gizon’s face blushed in anger at Tyson’s words, “It’z been more than a month zince you ztarted thiz lame azzed training thing, give the girl a bre-“