Mefenamic Acid
He was lucky to find a nice shade to hide from the unforgiving sun while waiting for his friend Toris, and speaking of the devil he popped out of nowhere ranting something about giving him a call.
“Ah! I totally forgot….” Feliks pulled out his phone and without a moment of hesitation, took a shot of his friend’s current state.
“pfffttt…. hahahaha you totally looked funny right now Toris!!!” he said while bursting with laughter.
“….!”
The huntress were surprised to witness an odd scene in front of her. The two males appeared to be knew each other from the way they converse. But why in the heaven’s feel the blond one left him there alone? She had no idea and didn’t even want to assume he did that on purpose. Instead of letting her mind lead, she resumed her agenda, to ask ‘him’…, or her? Or whatever the blond’s gender was for having an androgynous appearance [excuse you Piks, male Pika is like that as well].
Kurapika cleared her throat to get the man’s attention, coughing once. “Excuse me,” she started, staring stoically at the tall blond.
His laughter stopped when someone called their attention. Focusing his attention to the new comer besides them, he looked at the young lady and made an un-witty comment.
“Are you like some sort of my distant relative or something?” the blonde asked as he took a photo of the unknown woman, without permission.
Alas, the Lithuanian brunet had managed to reach the tree where the Pole was. Only thing he noticed was the unknown lady right next to the blond friend. His head tilted in confusion who might she be. “Maybe someone he met before...” Toris thought. But when he heard the question emerged from the European’s mouth, confusion reached his head with three question marks in the end.
“Could you stop doing that, Feliks,” scolding man due to his habit of just taking pictures randomly. He turned to the lady, bowing his head slightly for apology. “I’m sorry for his rudeness, miss.” The Lithuanian apologised, followed by a glare to Feliks Lukasiewicz.
