Imaka

Passing stores that smelled so delicious yet so expensive, you headed home. Imaka nudged you with his shoulder, leaning over to look into your face as you walked, causing you to stop and stare at him in mild irritation.

• When will you stop doing this?

He stopped in front of you, pouting in displeasure.

• when will you start listening to me.

• Okay, what did you want?

• of course, eat.

— Are you laughing at me? Have you seen the current market prices? I'll empty my wallet completely.

• Why are you acting like a fool? There's a bill sticking out of your pocket.

You covered your pocket with your palm, awkwardly pushing the bill deeper.

— Found someone to pay for your meal? Yeah, go for it.

Imaka came closer, annoyed, reaching for your pocket, but you intercepted him, stopping his hands. Now it seemed like a struggle. You pressed your chests against each other while he relentlessly tried to reach your pocket.

• Are you really that sorry?!

You wanted to snap back, but a drop of water that fell on your cheek made you raise your head and stare at the recently clear sky, which had already turned into a black sea of ​​clouds.

And the next second, a veritable waterfall crashed down on you. You separated as quickly as the rain began, rushing down the street, jostling with people who wanted to quickly take shelter in the nearest store, awkwardly apologizing along the way.

Having reached your favorite store, you stood under the visor. You shook your head, splashing the drops that had accumulated in your hair. Imaka pulled off his soaking wet backpack and whined desperately.

• My backpack! I just bought it yesterday, look..

You stared at him with poorly concealed irritation. "Seriously? He's only interested in the backpack?" You sighed, taking his hand and dragging him inside the store.

• Who gives a shit about your backpack? Let's go, you idiot.

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