The Irresistible Vortex

Chapter 4

Date: 27/5/2020

AN: Another chapter!

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"Alright alright! I am coming! Hold your horses...Oww, shit," Arthit cursed as he bumped his leg into the tea-table on the way to the front door. He had been woken up by the constant ringing of the door-bell and his phone simultaneously on Sunday morning no less. It had to be douche of his friends for sure.

As he opened the door, Knott, Tutah, Bright, and Prem all rushed inside, almost pushing Arthit on their way. "What the hell!" Arthit, who was wearing only his plush beige robe and bunny slippers, said once again.

Prem handed a huge glass of pink milk to Arthit who involuntarily let out a smile at the sight of his beloved drink. "A peace offering," the tall man said.

"We also brought breakfast or brunch, whatever you want to call it, considering the time," Knott said as he set the bags of food on the table.

Taking a big gulp of Nomyen, Arthit glared and pouted at his friends, "Why the hell would you think it was a good idea to wake me up on a Sunday morning at crack of dawn!"

Tutah laughed out, "Oh our pink-milk monster, it is past mid-day!"

Arthit snorted as he went to take a seat beside Knott. He grumbled, "It is crack of dawn if you have been painting all night.."

"Ohhoo..looks like someone was inspired last night. What could it have been!?" Knott teased and he brushed at a streak of dried blue paint on the artist's cheek. Even with the paint Arthit's blush at the teasing was clearly visible.

It was not the first time that Arthit had ended up painting all night or days in a row. The friends realized in their second-year college that when inspiration struck, Arthit would lock himself up in his dorm or wherever and paint non-stop, missing classes and all. They had also realized that the artist would often forget to eat or drink during these binges. They had then taken it upon themselves to see that Arthit didn't fall sick because of such days.

Now, the situation was a lot in control. Arthit had learned to make the most of his inspiration but also to take care of himself.

Tutah rushed near Arthit and sat down on the arm of the sofa chair. "Ohh this really is interesting. Ai'Knott, didn't we meet a handsome successful man last night at the club? Could he have been the reason for this sudden spurt of creativity, huh?"

Prem too had now come in quietly with a glass of ice water to sip on, even as Knott and Bright continued to tease Arthit mercilessly. He sat there smiling at the shenanigans in the room and interrupted when he thought it the little pink-milk monster would explode if he got any redder.

"Okay, okay! That's enough guys! Arthit, why don't you take a quick shower and we can have some lunch together. I'm sure you are hungry.."

Arthit looked up at his friend gratefully as he placed the pink-milk on the table and walked off towards the bathroom. When he came back about a quarter of an hour later he was wearing one of his favorite oversized lemon-colored hoodie and slacks. His friends had all gathered around the room, having prepared the food and taken a dish each for themselves. Arthit's plate was carefully placed beside his pink-milk and the said man immediately joined his friends in devouring his food.

A few slurps of spicy noodles later, Arthit looked up, "Umm..I don't understand though. We did not have any plans to meet or anything, why are you guys here?"

Tutah exclaimed, "This is intervention baby, IN-TER-VEN-TION!"

Arthit frowned, his chopsticks in mid-air, "What?"