Dirga continued his small walk. Aiming from nowhere from somewhere. The small keychain the seller gave him swayed across the wind. Its clinking sound crashed with his fingers, creating a symphony of harmonious crecendos.
Or at least that was what he thought...
"Oy, newcomer... got any ID ?" The seller confronted him, stopping his steps towards a halt.
"Why should I need a dang ID for eating noodles, huh ?" He knew he was at luck's last wilt. But, as his stubbirn streak still lit up. The only confrontation he could do, is run. He noticed that the seller had not at all called him as Sir after the previous fact.
Maybe a new facet ?
The seller shrugged, his hands slack.
"Eh dunno... maybe you... could OH !! I dunno.. actually buy these noodles ? Got any money, huh ? Huh ??" He mocked him.
Definitely a new facet. Dirga confirmed.
"So... what should I do then ? Can't you see with your own EYES ?? I'M HOMELESS !!" Dirga shouted. He had no pride left might as well waste it. Spending it on truth than the false truths.
The seller's eyes gestured towards Dirga's pockets. Its tattered remains, grew a more sympathetic glance towards him. The seller stopped for a few minutes, conditioning his options.
He stepped near him. Close enough to glare at Dirga's naked eyes.
"Give me your ID then, newcomer." The seller taunted him, his right hand pointed at his pockets. Gesturing towards his whole body.
Dirga swallowed his shame and gulped his saliva. The thing is... Dirga has no documents. No physical description. No IDs. It was something gone from the life of his past decent position.
And as he opened his mouth, a deadpan tone overcame him. "I got no ID. And BESIDES !! I thought that was on the house ? Or... well stall since... you know.. yeah." He shrugged, having no more words to say.
"Well the periods of freebies has been banned. Fortunate for me. Unfortunate for youuu~~." The seller wiped his hands with his shirt. The broth still clinging towards the shirt. The smell overpowering his sweat.
"And who said that, really ?" Dirga asked, his voice quite sarcastic. Showing no signs of backing down at this time.
"Me." The seller pointed towards himself. His aura quite childish.
"Really ?" Dirga laughed. It wasn't a genuine one though, it was more like a captured choke. Bellowing towards his ears.
"Yeah.. I'm the. THE. Owner. And if you don't know that... them you need some glasses, man." The seller opened his eyes with the pinch of his fingers. It was like he was mocking a certain race.
"Are you deaf, eh ? I GOT NO DANG MONEY !! And even if I was... I wouldn't waste it on some... DUMB glasses to look at a MENU !!" He shouted. Dirga really has done it. He has ruined his life.
The seller stopped. His long stature ate away at the Sun's light. Giving him the array of shadows that the darkness festers. He titled his head to the left. His eyes suddenly became fixated towards Dirga's chest.
"Your out of breath... when has this last happened ?" The seller used a monotone tone... as if imitating a certain... ■■■...
What was he thinking again ? It was as if his thought was muffled by a cloudy scene... nothing was registering at his mind.
"Why... why do you need to know ?" Dirga smirked, his eyes became more crazed than before. Something was amiss... it was as if he isn't talking to someone...
It was like watching something imitating a human. How... how did he know this ? How did he knew that ■■■■■.
Nevermind.
A harsh static ringed across his ears. The sound imitating a start up of a megaphone. Flashes of a dream he once forgot began to resurface.
-6.
"Why do I need to know ? yOUng MA—AAAN !! tHHHaat IS NNnnnoo WA—!!! To SPEAK toWaA—Ards... yoOur ■■■ !!!" The seller's voice glitched. The oncoming assualt sliced towards his eardrums. Making the keychain rattle in an almost perfect reflection of fear.
Or something inanimate could, really...
The seller's voice began to be in a stacatto state. His voice began to muffle. It was like being drowned inside an angry, delirous ocean. An 'ocean' that seemed to have a penchant with memories. Memories someone would rather bury in their backyard.
"gOOO !! Get... THEEEEE—!!! IDDDD !!" The seller pointed towards the road in front of him. Dirga looked behind him,
The only sight was a fogged up road.
Dirga looked back to the seller.
His frozen state mimicked that of statues.
The mentions of statues inside his own mind, gave Dirga goosebumps across his skin. The strands of hair jumped, as if given life.
Just as Dirga befan to run, a harsh snap of fingers ringed towards his ears. And outlooked.
A normal seller. A normal road. Normal everything.
As if struck with sudden response, the seller seemed to get the lights back into his eyes.
It was a rather touching sight.
"Get going will ya ?" The seller gave his goodbyes rather abruptly. "Wouldn't wanna miss out, eh ?" The seller said rather ominously. He waved, sending Dirga unfinished conversations and abrupt goodbyes.
"Get going will ya ?" The seller gave his goodbyes rather abruptly. "Wouldn't wanna miss out, eh ?" The seller said rather ominously. He waved, sending Dirga unfinished conversations and abrupt goodbyes.
"OHH !! Forgot !!" The seller waved his fingers. Motioned towards Dirga. Gave him a cheeky smile. Thumbs up.
"The food AND !! The keychain you stole ?" The seller gave a cheeky nod towards him. His eyes travelled toqards the star shapped cresent moon. He clicked his mouth.
He tilted his head, gave it a few sways. "It was on the house." The seller fininshed with a knowing smirk. His air became more lightheaded as he went back to his stall.
Dirga clutched his head, a harsh smiting pain cracked at his brain. The organ began to feel a lot more gooey in thoughts. As if failing to decipher what just happened those past few seconds.
"Ahhh !! Right !! Remember the numbers NEWCOMER !! Always gotta remember the numbeeers—..." The seller shouted at his stall. The voice grew weaker in volume. The confused face gave the seller a few chuckles. His chuckles grew more weaker... and weaker till...
PLAK—!!!
The body of the seller hit the ground. His crushed head gave the road a new fresh coat of red. Seeing it...
Dirga ran. As fast as he can. As far away as he can.