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“It’s interesting how they said it will be raining cats and dogs in this museum,” impatient, Ericka broke off the silence between the two of them “but we’ve been inside this vacuum for a solid seventeen minutes now, Azriel.”
“Could you just–” a shush. “I don’t know... be a little more patient?” asked Azriel, voice in a whisper.
“I am patient!” It is Ericka this time who got shushed by the cabbages. The sound of the wailing strings coming from the violin came down to a stop. “Sorry!” she said with an apologetic smile to the cabbages who are security guards.
Mood: Ghost by Fisherman ft. Jiwoo
“The tone of your voice is starting to sound like a blend of impatient and annoyed.” Azriel laughed, his own tone playful. “You know you only do that when you’re hungry and thinking about eating something that cannot be found in the country that we are in right now, right?”
“Yes!” she answered with a giggle. “How did you know?”
“We’ve been dating for 3 years. I know you like the palm of my hand now.”
That made Ericka roll her eyes.
“You’re exaggerating. 3 years in this country only feels like 6 hours and you know that.” uncomfortable by the stares they were getting from the patrolling guards, Ericka started to shift tensely, adjusting from her current sitting position.
She was sitting comfortably at the couch made of pink cumulonimbus clouds a while ago but the judging stares that are coming from those 4 pairs of light green eyes seem to not only make her uncomfortable, but the clouds as well because it started to turn gray, the couch producing thundering sounds underneath.
The longer they stare, the more it makes her skin crawl.
It reminds her of their date in Calabasas where the Chef whose eyes are the same color as the cabbage’s started to strip off to perform Donna Summer’s Journey To The Center Of Your Heart while he was in the middle of stretching the dough for their ramen noodles– which Azriel enjoyed a lot, by the way.
It was one of the best tasting Authentic Japanese Ramen in Prague. The one they had in Japan wouldn’t even stand a chance at how good that ramen was.
“Oh right! We are still practically strangers at this point.” said Azriel while doing a little wiggling of his body which he calls his i’m-teasing-you-by-doing-this-happy-dance dance.
“Alright. Time's up–”
His happy dancing was interrupted by the security guards who are now waddling their way towards them.
“Crap,” exclaimed Ericka in a hushed voice. “I told you! One of these days that happy dancing of yours will put us in trouble, Azriel. Look at where it brought us right now! The angry cabbage with a baton is making their way here!”
“Do you think they can hit us with that baton using their wrist made of leaves?”
The two of them were about to laugh at the idea of being hit by a cabbage but oh,
Oh.
Azriel is being hit right now.
“If the two of you are not interested, ” a hit to his head “ to witness the great performance,” another hit but this time on Azriel’s thighs, “of the band Pepper, Shine, and Summer ,” one more hit that is targeted to his shoulders “then please,” an exasperated sigh came out of the cabbage’s mouth which smells a whole lot like broth “ kindly exit.... this vacuum….. auditorium….. right now.”
Azriel got hit by a baton 6 times by a cabbage.
They are making their way out of Ice Cream Town – which Ericka thinks is a scam because they are serving nothing other than Tacos and Tempuras and any other food that starts with the letter T that you can think of. Even Tiramisu with Arthritis that has joints which pops like popping candies on your tongue but nothing, nothing of Ice Creams despite the restaurant’s name– when they overheard from another museum visitor that the violinist of the band named Pepperoni did an extravagant and breathtaking act that is probably not part of the lineup.
“ —Especially when he did a backflip while graciously moving his bow using his paw!! ” as per the person talking.
Azriel halted to a stop after hearing that. “See,”
He reaches for Ericka’s hand, a hint of emotion in his eyes that she doesn’t have a name for yet.
“If you weren’t impatient and waited a little bit more inside that vacuum then we would’ve been able to witness that sick backflip.”
How can he show fondness and disappointment in his eyes at the same time?
Ericka thought to herself as they boarded the plane to Tokyo.
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