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- Prologue -

- Piiiiiiiii, are you done? saint asked for the third time, turning to zee who was standing behind him, scissors in hand.

Zee abruptly let go of the scissors that had grazed saint's right ear when the youngest suddenly turned to him before huffing in frustration and forcing saint to put his head back straight in front of him.

- Stay still. He said mechanically between his teeth before picking up the scissors that fell at his feet and resuming what he was doing.

Saint's hair had grown for a long time and zee didn't like it because saint looked like a girl. Well, the fact that he looks like a girl was not the problem but the fact that old big ass old men accosted him every time he came to the Rooster greatly annoyed zee.

- It's taking too long, P'. saint complained, pouting.

- Maybe if you moved less, I would be done long ago.

- But why didn't you take me to the hairdresser?

- Why take you to the hairdresser when I can do it myself?

- But you can't do it..P'. saint exclaimed, sighing heavily, looking at the wall straight in front of him. And why can't I see what you're doing? He asked frowning.

- Because you would ask a lot of questions. You already talk too much right now and I'm about to cut your ear if you don't stop right now.

saint wanted to answer that it was quite normal to talk since he was bored but he decided to stay calm. He wanted it to end and the more he remained calm the faster this ordeal would end. He winced as he saw a lock of hair fall at his feet but showed no other reaction. He didn't want zee to laugh at him because he was behaving like a baby. Saint was not behaving like a baby. He was a baby.

Well, no, he was about turn nineteen. He was able to walk, read and write, eat, think, question himself, differentiate right and wrong, but he was also very immature. Well, that's what zee spent his time telling him.That he knew absolutely nothing about life and the world he lived in and sometimes saint told himself that was true. Maybe he didn't know anything about it. But was it his fault?

He had spent more than a decade in the orphanage and this place hadn't really contributed to saint's growth. No, on the contrary, it had made him close his eyes to many things, pretending he could not see, hear or understand. All this to escape reality. So how could zee tell him he was immature?

- Five more seconds. Zee said while turning the chair like in the movies.

Saint rolled his eyes as the older boy quickly combed his hair, throwing the comb here and there.

Zee was taking himself way too seriously. Unlike saint who was carefree, zee thought too much and always tried to do more. Granted, it wasn't anything bad or objectionable, but that kind of behavior was so fucking.. Annoying. Oh yeah, Zee Pruk Panich was one of the most annoying human beings saint knows, not that he knows a lot for that matter. He knew exactly five people. By knowing, he meant being close. There was zee - of course - P'Mew, the owner of the bar where zee worked, P' Bright, the bar accountant, Boun, zee's best friend - as well as his cannabis supplier although zee did not want saint to know about it - and .. Ah, actually, saint knew four people.

- You can get up.

Saint stood up hastily before rushing into the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror. He observed himself for several seconds, analyzing the right side then the left side before tugging at the flyaway hair that stretched down his forehead. Hm. It was pretty good.

He walked back to the living room where zee was sweeping the floor before tugging on his sleeve.

- P'.