I walked down the street with rather deep thoughts. Back right after we did the celebration, where the morons got all the presents. I'm a bit surprised. Is everyone here athletic? Not that I think exaggerated. The fact is that even though they are joined by two schools, there are also quite a number of them, around six hundred people in total. Out of six hundred people, the morons won one to three prizes. Well, Roddy got his wish.
But beyond that, let's not talk about Foscow who he says threw up. But just before passing out, my head felt a little light. My vision is also blurry. The rest I woke up in my room.
“Hm… if I am not mistaken…,"
Arriving behind the door of the school's Health Services Unit, my nose smelt familiar smells. Talking about my pheromone hormones that increased momentarily. Of course this isn't hard evidence that I'm a bit of a flirt, you know? My deep thoughts were messed up earlier.
I knocked on the door. Hearing one of my favorite sounds, I knew it right away.
"Miss Beagles!"
“Huh? Oh… you are that flirtatious child…,”
Ignorant facial expressions, glasses, and lipstick rather thick and bright. An open v-shaped beige coat extends to two quality fresh melons who are seen wearing tight black shirts resembling wet suits. There is no equal this queen bee. I have to control myself.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not interested in popcorn! Get lost!” She snapped, while her eyes that looks repeling me even though I'm feeling the opposite. I'm not a masochist, but teasing her is a bit of fun.
If it was Caulburn, I'd be prancing. Another story by her, I was more excited. Calm down, don't judge me so low. It's not that bad anyway.
"Well, don't be like that! It didn't go as planned, Signorina," My tone softens especially people like her. It's a special treat.
She was just silent, but I could tell that her eyes were serious reading an article. I'd rather not disgrace my already abysmal cover.
“Um…Foscow?” I asked.
“Ah, he's over there. Don't take too long because he needs to rest!"
I headed towards the room she was pointing at.
"That looks bad, Monsieur Foscow."
“Is that so, Lieutenant Mark? Almost."
Bad greeting opening. We do have a way of joking, of course all of them are unique.
I took a chair and sat next to him.
"Well, it won't get any worse, Foscow!" I added. “Less your greed!”
“You are inexperienced! At a party, we have to eat heartily! Enjoy without limits! Grizzly bear mode! Ahahahaha!”
At least the chbby guy is still replying to my jokes. The thing is I don't want anything much worse to happen. Just like Winfred said, obliterated by a procedure we couldn't refuse. This is one of the rules I hate the most of all.
I looked at him deeply.
"Hey, did you feel weird at that time?" I said quietly.
We are watching together.
"Even though I want to take your advice not to be greedy, but, yeah..." he added. "You understand me well, Mark."
This time I really listened and looked for the details.
"Did you drink the orange juice?"
“Your question is wrong, idiot! You mean how many, right?"
I forgot our code of conduct. The rule is, at a party we have to enjoy all kinds that can be slurped or chewed. It's just some of the dumbest code of ethics ever.
I nodded.
“In general, I drink a glass of cola…. A liter of orange juice, well, that's because of the fruit. People say fruit is healthy, then juice… it will make it better. Lots of Edelweiss biscuits, countless…”
“You're impressive as usual…” I added. “Eh? That means you mostly, idiot!”
“Not yet! Two servings of jumbo burgers.”
The problem is, how much food can his stomach hold?
I shook my head in wonder.
"Then how do you feel?"
He closed his eyes for a moment.
“I just feel a little light, my vision is a bit blurry… I don't know… I don't remember. The problem after that, from my stomach it felt like it wanted to go up into my esophagus…. Then it does its will.”
His words were a little similar to how I felt back then. This somewhat explains our similarities. The problem is, were we poisoned? If our condition is the same, why don't I vomit?
"Hey, Foscow, is it because of the food?"
"Nonsense! The main thing is not stale, definitely friendly to the stomach! Even that stupid tasting mashed potato!”
I want to say this, but a little bit hesitant.
"Are we poisoned by someone?"
"You…!" he added with a bit of panic. His tone was a little sulky. “W-we're friends right, Mark?! Friends don't hurt friends! One for all!"
I am quite at the moment.
Foscow, the fat one, who's a bit sensitive, he is easily discouraged, give up, and a bit cowardly. He is the type of guy who gets yelled at and then is silent and pathetic. The first time we met, I saw this person as hopeless. Well, at least I was his first friend.
My words are not quite right. But for this problem, there is no tolerance. Like he said, we are always together. The problem is that if I think straight, not a single door can open.
“I-I felt that way before too. But it's not good to be prejudiced," he said sulking.
He became a bit sad. But I was more interested in something on the table near where he lay. Of course I want to lighten the mood a bit too actually.
“Well, well¸well. I see potato chips, sandwiches, chocolates, and fruit! Everything is delicious!”
"Is that true? Take what you want, Mark!”
I refuse.
"Where did you get this?"
“Oh, potato chips from Roddy, sandwiches from Verdamant, chocolate from Sonia, bananas from Isabeau and apples from Pebble…. See? They are really good people, good people!”
I'm a little relieved to hear that.
I took something out of my pocket.
“I have a little extra ration for you, young lad!”
His eyes twinkled. I still remember that he really wanted biscuits, circles and a little thick. There are black bumps that I think are like this.
"I won't ask where you got it from, but is this in the oven?!" he was excited. While his hands are trying to fade the rope that binds the plastic.
I don't know if it's baked or not. But I'm also a bit interested. I can use this to shoot girls or just tickle her attention, well still any hope for Beagle actually. Damn you Herald! You got some skills! My weird thoughts.
“Eat first, ask later! That's what is usually taught in my hometown. Well, that's how you get your fair share of snacks!” I explained full of statements made just now.
“Hoho? I saw you like an angel for a moment! French people is different, you have talent!”
Just before my gift reached his mouth, someone hurriedly came over. At least I recognized her perfume.
“Hold it, fatty!”
Beagle grabbed it quickly from his hand, then smashed it in half. She ate one indiscriminately.
"That's so vulgar, big ass!" Foscow retorted reproachfully.
One of those forbidden words I've never said to a Beagle. Well, good courage. But for a coward like Foscow, Miss Beagle was very powerful. As strong as her fist directly hit Foscow's oval head to form an other smaller oval.
Of course the blow was not alone. The other landed on my head.
"Hey! What bad thing did I do, baby?"
“To be bad example of French people with your behavior!"
I know the only one the Beagle isn't smitten with, is the food magnate Foscow. But somehow he's like a frontline warrior about to face a dragon.
Then, beagle's hands grabbed Foscow's chubby cheeks, then pulled them wide.
“Think again of what comes out of your mouth!”
The soldier were engulfed in flames and helpless, then terrified.
“Blimey! You guys…!” she added looking at me. “Nice biscuits. Where do you get it?"
Of course I can't be honest, can I? I pointed at myself with a face full of pride.
At that moment I sensed that the two of them felt the same way, but not as much as the Beagle's eyes filled with disbelief.
"What ever." Beagle turned around and sat back down as usual.
I looked at Foscow with one question.
“Yeah, all the food always goes through that woman's mouth." His tone was a bit lackluster.
I nodded understanding. Half of the biscuits that just been take by Beagle, was immediately eaten. His face looks radiant, I'm glad he's excited again. Then I said goodbye and promised to make those biscuits again. But before that, Foscow gave me his favorite thing.
I was about to say goodbye to the Beagle, I think she immediately sat back in its original position. But that didn't confuse me too much. Cigarette smoke was increasingly wafting from outside the door.
"Are you done?"
I tied my shoelaces.
"It's not like I'm staying over. Not even by you who are happy that I am here.”
"What is it? Are you mad about that? What a crybaby!”
I shook my head.
“I found the same thing with him. But why am I not exactly like?”
“Well…”
The short answer came out of that alluring mouth. The problem has kept me in doubt all night.
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