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❝Ծbsessed?  I'm not obsessed.  He's just one of my only friends, that's all.❞

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     Ƙunpimook swears that he tries to be normal--or at least as normal as he could possibly be.  Though that can be difficult when he feels like anyone he sees sulking, or looks like they weren't content in the least bit.

     ɪt had to be because he hadn't been around other people for most of his life, not unless they were experimenting on him, ignoring his pleas and injected him until he wasn't human any longer.

     Ⴀhat's why he currently had his arms around a stranger.  Kunpimook had only been sitting a few tables away, eyes watching the people passing by the window he always sat next to.  Though he was thrown off today.  Someone else was in the small, corner cafe, sitting alone much like the boy did himself each and every day.

     ℬut this man seemed off, like he was bothered by something--or someone.  And part of him hoped that this stranger wasn't bothered by Kunpimook.

     ❝Why are you hugging me?❞

     Ⴀhe words did catch him off guard, earning a wide-eyed glance from the hybrid.  His strange eyes visible because he had forgotten his sunglasses, but a hidden tail twitched behind him.

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     Ƙunpimook swore he didn't mean to be such an awkward person.

ɪt wasn't uncommon for him to space out when he was people watching; his eyes falling onto a stranger and his mind blanking out.  Sometimes he would only stare at them for a moment.  Though sometimes he managed to keep his eyes on them for minutes, up to ten or twenty if he lets his mind wander too far.

     Λ plastic cup rested between his hands; his fingers drumming absentmindedly on the sides, and his eyes had fallen onto a stranger sitting just a couple tables from him.  It had to have been at least a good two minutes that had passed before a voice snapped Kunpimook from his thoughts.

     ❝Ⴀake a picture, it'll last longer.❞

     Ⴀhe voice cut through Kunpimook, startling him and causing him to nearly drop his coffee until he was able to steady himself.  With a heavy blush forming across his cheeks and his eyes focusing on the table, he tries his best to speak.

     ℋe swears that it's not his fault.  Every day he's nearly able to count each and every unlucky incident that happens to him on both hands, and part of him wonders if it's just what happens to only him or if other people have to deal with the same things.

     ʂomehow before he had even woken, another tenant in the building set off the fire alarms--or even worse, the sprinklers.  It had taken two hours of waiting in the cold with soaked clothes until he was allowed back inside, and even then, every article of his clothing had been doused by the sprinklers.  And of course, drying his clothes took even longer, causing him to be late to his usual cafe that had closed by that time.  By now, it was raining--Kunpimook without a umbrella, and his clothes sticking to his face and ears.

     ❝Ծh dear, do you need help?❞

     Λ voice rang out near him, and it was with a weak twitch of his ears that he turned to the source.  Though before he could see who had spoken, the rain stopped above him, and his head tipped upwards to spot an umbrella covering him; a warm body close to him.  Transparent eyes move towards a stranger's face, but the smile he spots on the male's face earns a curl of the boy's lips.

     พas this what people always called "the wrong side of town"?

     Ƙunpimook honestly wasn't even sure how he managed to arrive here.  The streets were lit with neon signs and flashed from the lights inside of various buildings, and it did nothing but make his head hurt.  His phone had died at least an hour ago, but only after he managed to somehow fall asleep on the bus and wind up getting off at the wrong exit.  A sure result of his sleepiness.

     Λll he knew was that he needed to find a way back to his apartment, and away from so many people.  Part of him hoped that he would manage to find a person that wasn't falling over their own feet from one too many drinks, or someone that at least seemed the slightest bit kind. Yet he managed to find only those people so far.  Anyone he tried to ask shrugged him off to laugh with their friends, or simply focus on their phones.

     ɪt was with a heavy sigh that he was ready to give up, to find someplace to stay the night at and hope that he could find his way home in the morning before his attention fell onto someone that at least seemed nicer than the others.  With a nervous twitch of his hidden ears, Kunpimook stepped over to the much too tall man, and a hand tugs lightly at the jacket.

     ❝ℰ-ℰxcuse me?  Do you know wher--❞

     ❝ɪ don't have time to play tour guide.❞