Nean the Naughty Counselor

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Special Chapter 2


"Park, Are you seriously serious about this?"


"Nean, I am literally reiterating myself for the fifteenth time.. " The international chef raised his eyebrows. Nean and Park were at an an art exhibition by a mysterious artist, Closerblue17. 


"But this makes no sense.  It's not even abstract. It's abnormally stupid." Nean looked at Park in disbelief.  


"Nope! This is art. ART!  Every piece of Closerblue17 is a master piece." Park proclaimed with his dreamy eyes. 


"Seriously this?" Nean pointed to the painting displayed in the farthest corner of the exhibition hall. 


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"Just look, can't you see what she has painted is the epitome of love. The horse supporting the  donkey. Isn't it pure love?" Park was smitten.  His eyes were almost shooting hearts at the blue tailed horse.


"Pure love? Pfft!...By the way, who do you think am I?"   Nean smacked the smitten's shoulder.


"Ow!..What?....You are....an artist, perhaps? Why? Are you now preparing for civil services?" Park tilted his head while rubbing his shoulder.


"Hey! I not an artist. I am 'the artist'. And as 'the artist'. I, hereby declare this as a nonsense and that Closerblue17 as a fraudster. I mean look, this is insane. A yellow horse with a blue tail galloping with a little donkey on his back and the donkey is smiling wide as if it's a hippopotamus starring in a colgate ad. Sick!" Nean snickered and inserted his hands in his pants pockets.


"Nean, this is love. You won't understand, single guy." Park rolled his eyes.


"Love? Park, seriously? You are in a bubble. We are in an exhibition of whom?...we don't even know!" Nean raised his hands in the air. He could not understand what happened to Park who was once very wise.


"Hey! Her name is Closerblue17." 


"Don't get me started, you bucin*! That's just the twitter handle of the artist. Why does one need to hide anyway? Chicken! We don't even know whether that weirdo is a 'he' or a 'she'. You may get disappointed."

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