"Damn, you shop like a woman."
Ash stated as we pushed forward from the mall's main entrance with lots of bags in our hands like groceries.
Damn, even groceries are considered luxury now.
"Like I told you, I have no clothes with me here except for two pairs;
Yesterday's and today's."
I replied not minding the tease as we headed towards our hired cab.
"By the way, we've not even talked about majors."
He brings up the conversation.
"Is that really important?"
I asked with an annoyed tone… yes, I freaking hate studying although I made sure I aced my exams just to avoid my dad's ass-whooping-s.
"Some dude must really hate studying."
He mocks as he closes the cab's door behind him.
"I could literally pay my way off but dad wouldn't let that go."
"So, what major is that?"
"Business, yours?"
"Medicine."
"You smart bastard."
"Sorry to cut you off but it's not medicine and surgery but biochem."
"Bruh, isn't that supposed to be the worst and riskiest."
"Really?"
"The fuck? You don't know about your career?
Who the fuck does that?
Your career can fucking get you to be a mad scientist and all.
Let me guess, your family are doctors, right?"
"What gave it away?"
"Who the fuck literally acts like, "okay, I don't wanna be a doctor but since I have to do health sciences, let's go with biochem, hope it doesn't turn out to be the worst."
Sorry for saying that you don't qualify to be called a psycho but from today, you've earned it."
"Fuck!"
He screams out before letting a huge sigh.
"Is your situation really that serious for you to actually make such a huge mistake?
You could have gone for nursing, although stressful, at least pharmacology or physiotherapy."
"Physiotherapy it is."
He replied nonchalantly.
"That easy?
Wait, your background is also rich right?"
I asked out of curiosity.
"Did it looked like I was trying to hide it?"
He answered while giving me a confused look.
"Why then did you make me pay for your own shopping you twink."
"Bruh, you offered to take me shopping, isn't it a norm that you would also pay for my shopping?"
"You really are a twink."
I nagged.
"Seriously lasagna, are you really gonna go there?
At least, I don't shop like a woman, what the fuck were you doing for straight fifteen minutes?"
His question quickly got me a bit nervous and I managed to put up an answer,
"I would say that's personal."
With a disappointed look and a raised eyebrow, he replied,
"You are not the only one with proper observation skills and in addition, I have an extremely good sense of smell that it's become a problem to me now.
I saw how improperly kept the attendant became and how you still smell like sex under those perfumes… two to be precise."
Quite impressed with his observation, I just flashed my teeth like a crazed fellow.
"Sensitive nipples, lump tummy and loves it rough, right?"
He nonchalantly asked.
Shocked that he could tell, I quickly asked,
"How did you know all that?
You hit that?"
"Thrice now, yes, I did hit that thang."
"Aren't you supposed to be like… you know… gay?"
Still keeping his nonchalant self, he gave out one of the weirdest but calmest response that I have ever seen.
"Actually, I'm bisexual, so yeah."
"The fuck?"
"Bruh, just act cool, don't get too nervous on that fact."
...…THIRD POV...…
"So you are saying, Frankenstein, Peacock and Gustavo are all here?"
A voice could be heard in what looks like an office with little to no illumination.
The speaker seems to be on a phone call as he faces the room's window while playing with a small silver ball with his left hand as the other hand is holding onto the telephone.
The accent is unmistakably British and the voice's tone called out the figure to be in his youth.
"Absolutely sir."
The voice behind the phone responded.
"Finally, the three oddballs are on ground, I guess this civil war will finally get to be interesting once again.
Simon, please help me and call for a "Roundtable" for tomorrow evening.
Please, put in my signature, if they can't pay respect to you, let my name be alarming to their ears, especially, Frankenstein and Gustavo."
The figure ordered while letting out a mild chuckle.
"Consider the order carried out, sir."
"Perfect.
Let's pray for war Simon, it's too boring."
"May God's favor fall on thee, sir."
"On the notice, do make sure you add my quote."
"And what is that, sir?"
"And I quote, "believe it or not, the seats must be warmed…"
...…FIRST POV...…
"…table full, a masked show, 9pm, absentees will not escape meeting with us all in completion even if it costs their funeral.
By order of the "Mad Prince".
Did that bitch really said this?"
"Yes young sir, I do deeply believe that your five year absence will no longer be tolerated to prolong any further.
It also says that the infamous Frankenstein and your very good friend, Peacock would also be present."
"The nerve but I do love that Peacock is being forced to show up, okay Stephen, send me a trusted driver and do deliver my message of participation."
I ordered while chuckling.
"Already done, young sir.
Even if you do refuse, we have no other option but to force you."
"Alright, take care."