Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 32: Strings of Misfortune

"Hey!!!" I shouted back again and ran towards him. He then stopped, when I almost reached him he started to run fast away through the crowd.

What the fuck dude!!??? Fucking weird hag!!!

Hagalaz' Point of View

I slowly stopped my feet from running as I reach a deep crowded spot somewhere within the busy shopping and trading district.

Hm! I finally lost him.

Get lost kid. This isn't the time for me to have a free time on socializing. Better get my ass out of this place and prepare for my flight few hours from now.

Why the fuck did I even do that favor for that brat anyways? Ugh. His childish attitude is very contagious.

I incorporated myself within the crowds on an alley as I wore my black aviator glasses and started walking when suddenly.

"Hey! Looks like this place is so small for us, huh?."

I gazed up and saw a familiar figure in front of me despite being in the sea of crowds.

His hands on his waist and smirking towards me, while his blonde ponytailed hair wavering from the soft city breeze.

Ugh. I didn't know that this idiot would even find and follow me despite me using tactical crowd blending.

I just stood up and stared back at him seriously. Not everyone could catch me like this. This guy might be something way more than an idiot and childish man.

"Out of my way"

"Not until you give me your attention!" he demanded.

Oh wow. This guy has even the guts to order me such things. I sighed and placed my hands inside my jacket and walked right through him.

He then like again, being the stubborn idiot who follows me like a hungry dog.

"Man! Come on. I just wanna thank you properly! Seriously dude—"

We both suddenly stopped when an embarrassing and familiar sound pierced our ears together. I slowly looked down on my abdomen.

Damn it. Of all the fucking time. Why now.

"Well.. well.. well.. the sniper tends to be hungry too, isn't he? Aren't we all?" He smirked playfully as he crossed his arms in front of me.

Fucking. Awkward.

Why do I have to deal with all of these shits of this day? It's all Maris' fault.

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"Thank you so much for these things! I owe you a lot—"

The man with the blonde hair exclaimed as he slurps his noodles very.. very.. disturbingly. Its been like an hour and a half since he pulled me to eat our lunch here at Yúkuài de yītiān, a traditional ramen restaurant nearby.

I haven't even finished my bowl of ramen and here he goes, slurping the noodles on his 7th bowl.

Seventh. Fucking. Bowl. What kind of pig are you even?

"You don't owe me anything. So hurry up and finish that bowl. I need to leave soon." I coldly said and pulled my noodles using the wooden chopsticks.

"Dude, you don't even reach half of your bowl! Are you on a diet or something?? You actually look a bit fat tho. Anyways, some beliefs actually say that if you don't finish that bad luck will come into you!"