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[right][color=gray]Location: Toukotan Park, The Asterisk. 
Spring, SY 3233/UC 233/AY 117[/color][/right]
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[color=gray]”Ok, remember. Your toothbrush is in the right small pocket, so brush your teeth regularly. Remember to eat veggies as well. Don’t stay up too late. Always smile to other when you see them. Follow the smartest kids in class. Try to raise question even though you know the answer to start a conversation. Join in with your class activities. Don’t fight with others. It is best to accept your defeat than pick a fight. Always wear warm clothes...” [/color]

[color=gray]“Ok, darling. I think he got it.” [/color]

The robot voice shifted to a lower tone, as the speaker changed from a woman in her mid-thirty to a man in suit. He was old, bags form under his eyes and hair begins to change to a light grey. The tips of fingers are indurated, as hinted by its abnormal puffiness and stiffness. To be truth, the man doesn’t share much characteristics with his son except for his earlobes and nose. And maybe, it is for the best. He is too busy to care any way. 

[color=gray]”All I want to say is that have. Love…” [/color]

The sentence was cut short as an explosion happen. Tree shaken. Men and women scurried to find places to hide. Children screaming. And the planet still spins perfectly on its axis. 

Yes, Masaru did notice the fight in the school yard. Of course he knows damned well how dangerous the situation is. Well, for others that are still on the school yard. They may be harm. They may be injured, if not death. But why should he be compassionate? He was never born here. The people he knew are thousands of light year away. And the people here, they don’t share the same traditions and value that he has. The buildings were too techy, too much metal and not very green in and outside. The coffee tasted disgusting and having more water than coffee inside it. That reason alone would suffice these people deaths. Beside, why can’t there be silence in here? Yes, the students with magical and destructible abilities are fighting against each other, unleashing their unscientific and irrelogical abilities in harming the environments more than the enemy. But shouldn’t that be somewhat familiar to these so called “natives”? After all, mankind is an emotional being and any acts of restraining one self would only harm the others as the process of containment prolong. 

And Masaru is not any difference. He also has his needs. But being hero is not one of them. 

[i][color=00FF7F] Huh, I guess they are all gone. [/color][/i] As Masaru continued to contemplate his reasons not to join any shit hole, the coffee was cut short. [i][color=00FF7F]Hey, it’s pretty good[/color][/i] Masaru thinks as he appreciated this chaotic event. After all, the fight just cut him at least a few minutes staying in the line and having to suffer these insufferable sights and pending judgments from these aliens people. 

Buying another cup of whatever this planet defined as coffee, Masaru travels inside the coffee shop, trying to find a place to hide himself from the curious gaze from these strangers. Outside, the police were capturing the school students, Masaru guessed before looking back at his holographic scene. [i][color=00FF7F]Life is not gay, but it’s suck nonetheless[/color][/i] Masaru thinks as he realized that he had not yet buy the local sims to install in his TP(terrestrial phone) and holographic programs. Thus making the screen of both to go blue as annoying as fuck female voice rang in his ears. 

[i][color=gray]”Your equipments is not supports here. Please locate our nearest store to buy our newest sim, able to call and having infinite data with no data speed cap, for only 15,99$ a month... “[/color][/i]

[color=00FF7F]”Fuck” [/color]

Masaru said before packing his stuff and go into school. Next to him, a woman was surprised by his unreasonable outburst toward her and had begin eyeing suspiciously toward him. But he could give more fuck about that. If his mother’s dagger glare couldn’t bring a sweet out for him for 5 years, what would an outsider glare brought to him in 5 seconds? But still, judging others based on your own is a bad thing. But he is caring too much. 5 years in the dark had taught him well. 5 years in his own delusion are but the dream of the past. And… fucking nothing. Maybe he should have read it. But it too sucks. Maybe he should go there. But where? Maybe he should have a conversation with the woman in front of him. But why? Maybe he should go to school. Maybe he should. Maybe he should not. And beside, he is too lazy. 

But yeah, maybe he should go to school. Just maybe.