"Sprite! Oi! Sprite! Wait up?"
Sparkle is practically catching his breath while calling Sprite. Sprite continues to walk in a fast pace determined to ignore Sparkle who's practically chasing him to the point that they are both panting.
'This person must be an idiot. Can't he see that I don't wanna talk?'
"What?"
Sprite stop walking and turn to him.
'Why chase me like this? He can just go ahead and talk to Lemon instead. Seeing him now only makes me wanna kick him in the face.'
"You've been avoiding me since yesterday. Are you mad or something?"
"Err. I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. My hand hurts all night and I lack sleep."
It's true. Sprite's hand hurts like heck last night. So much that he could almost feel it grew its own heart and it keeps on pumping. The throbbing pain prevented him from falling asleep until he can't take it anymore and decided to take pain medicine to feel better. Though, he still doesn't understand why he got so worked-up upon seeing that event between Lemon and the Idiot in his front. Just by thinking about it again makes him annoyed even more.
'Am I becoming an idiot too?'
"Does it still hurt?"
Sparkle's eyes automatically landed on Sprite's injured hand. Yesterday he had an accident while fixing the frame of the stage. Sprite's hand bleed a lot that he thought the latter would lose all his blood. Though the doctor assured them that it is just a minor injury and will be OK after a week, he didn't expect that it would cause such discomfort.
"Maybe you should visit the doctor again. Come, I'll go with you."
"It's fine."
Sparkle's face instantly shows disagreement. Not that Sprite care though. It's his hand. He knows when it's OK or not. Right now, his hand is fine. But his emotion is not.
"How is it fine when you're looking like that?"
'I really want to kick him in the face!'
"I told you it's fine. Why are you here anyway? Go back to the auditorium and help finish the work. I'm afraid I can't help fixing the place with my hand like this."
"I won't go too. How can I go and leave you here? I'll stay with you and keep you company. How's that?"
"I have an injury and you don't. Do not use me as an excuse to slack off. Besides, Lemon might need you there. Grow yourself a muscle. I heard girls like men with big biceps. Who knows, you might actually get yourself a girlfriend."
Sprite said and prepared to walk away. But Sparkle stopped him from doing so.
"Wait, you saw me with Lemon yesterday, didn't you?"
Sprite find the question a bit stupid. The auditorium is not that big. There are only a few of them working inside. Not to mention that the sound echoed too loud and Sparkle is making noise the whole time and speaks like he swallowed a freak'n microphone. Sparkle is quite tall and wears a Red jacket too.
'Did he think he was invisible the whole time yesterday?'
"How can I not see you? Not only that you two were playing around while everybody was busy, but you also laughed and talked too loud. Look If you want to hit on girls, it's fine. Do your thing. Just don't do it in my face. It's annoying."
'Annoying!'
"Are you ...?"
"Not jealous. Just saying. "
Sparkle didn't say anything after that. He flashed Sprite an annoying smile,like the smile that you do when you're brushing your teeth. And grab Sprite's uninjured wrist.
"Well then come with me. You don't have to do anything. I'll do the work for you. Besides, even if your hand is injured like that, your advice about the design of the whole place is still needed. It's your Idea after all."
Sparkle is right. It's his idea and he has to be there even if he can't do much with his injured hand. So Sprite reluctantly follows.
"Brother Sprite."
"Err..?"
"I'm satisfied with my muscle. And I really don't mind if your biceps are bigger than mine."
"And because I truly like you, bicep is never an issue."
[end of entry]