Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 32: Strings of Misfortune

He loudly said as small drops of his mixed saliva and noodle soup splatter across my cheek and jacket.

Disgusting.

I don't even know what kind of manners this man has. He eats like a child. Why am I even spending time with this idiot anyways?

I could feel my own eyebrows fuse more and more as I close my eyes and drop my chopsticks.

"It's enough that you caused me bad luck for today" I replied and gently wiped the soup drops from my cheek and jacket.

"Woah! Wow dude, you're so mean. I already said I will treat you for this lunch!" He astonishingly exclaimed on me.

"Now then, if you excuse me, I wanna go back to the place where I belong since I will have a flight 5 hours from now. Pay up since you invited me on this place."

He just looked onto me with his annoyed gray eyes. I crossed my eyes and raised an eyebrow for him as he sighed.

The blonde man then raised one of his free arm and called one of the waiters for our official bill. As the waiter then stood in front of our table, he then got his arm inside his pockets.

But then he suddenly froze cold.

"Whats wrong?" I annoyingly asked.

He seemed tensed and some ideas started to float inside my head when I saw him panicking while touching his pockets.

Don't tell me—

"I don't have money." He looked onto me and was sweating cold.

What the fuck? Damn it. I totally forgot that he spent his last bill on that arcade game! I'm way too stupid to let these things happen and fall for it.

I can't help but to face palm out of this stupidity. Literally.

I'm top tier Xavierheld pilot elite. How did these things even happen to me??

The pressure then shifted onto me when the waiter started to stare at me angrily. Damn. Why do I have to deal with this misfortune?

I sighed painfully and slowly opened the zipper of my jacket and started to locate my credit card. Why is this happening to me?

"Woah dude! You're gonna pay our food by stripping? You're so hardcore man—"

"Shut the fuck up. This is entire your fault. Pigging out like that and inviting me for a lunch when you don't even have —"

I immediately froze as well when I finally felt nothing but my bike keys inside my jacket pouch.

SHIT.

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"CLACK—!!"

The sound of porcelain plates and bowls breaking in the sink pierced my ears. That's the 1Oth fucking plate this asshole broke in the span of 15 minutes of washing dishes here at the ramen restaurant.

I totally forgot my card on my quarters. Dang. I'm getting way too old.

Since the both of us weren't able to pay up for the food we ordered, I bargained to even wash the dishes at this restaurant to pay up for what we've eaten.

Good thing that the management had some mercy on us and permitted us to do these things in return, but this god damn idiot blonde doesn't even help and builds our debts even fucking higher.

"What the actual fuck." I exclaimed as I see how he breaks those plates in front of me.

"What?? It's the dishwashing liquid's fault!! It's so slippery geez. Why the fuck will they even use slippery soaps at the first place!???"