A/N: Random message! Hi guys! Just dropping by to tell everyone that I love you so much! I dunno, lately I have been seeing A LOT of disturbing news and I think it’s just so unfair how we just want to live our lives and some jerks decided they want to destroy the world.
Sadly, most of us are just little ones and can’t do much about it. Some of us barely have the power to fix whatever is wrong with our own lives, let alone change the world.
Well, all I can say is that, whatever is happening to the world right now, we’ll get through this, Alterrans!
*HUGS TO EVERYONE*. Everyone, please take care! All I can say is that as long as I’m alive and conscious, I will finish this story. May we complete this journey together, ne?
Ahem. Back to the story~
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Obi’s face at this time was quite grumpy, much grumpier than usual. To most people, he looked serious and annoyed, while to his family members, he looked like he was on the verge of a tantrum.
Oslo could still remember Obi’s endless laughter when he read those fanfiction out loud. No, it echoed in his mind all the way into his nightmares.
Now, it was he who wanted to laugh.
"Come, sit down," he said, tone casual as if he wasn’t planning on doing anything nefarious. "I encountered them when I went to have fun, and I thought of you."
Obi narrowed his eyes at him. He felt something was brewing, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
He did not like the feeling.
He pulled his eyes away from his suspicious little brother, staring at his men on the table instead.
Specifically, at Leez, who was staring up at him without those large, rounded eyes. He looked around and pulled a chair that had just been emptied, taking it and placing it next to Leez.
"Move here," he said, pointing at the chair. The young man blinked and did as he was told, with Obi sitting down next to his brother.
Leez and the others smiled, thinking these brothers were so close.
If Obi knew what they were thinking, he’d wave his hand over their faces. Were they blind?!
"What do you want?" Obi asked, looking at his brother with suspicion.
"Not much. I just knew how tense it had been for them, and how they deserved to relax," he then took the bottle and refilled their glasses, including a new glass for Obi.
"They did leave everything to follow you, after all."
At this, Obi’s guarded face softened. After a few seconds, his hostility dissipated, and he downed the drink offered to him. It was good.
The other three were embarrassed and tried to downplay their sacrifice.
"Ah, nonono, Mister Oslo, captain... don’t think too much about it—" Dejel hurriedly said.
Tener nodded. "Yes, we didn’t really leave much behind."
"None of us had families there, nor did we have any properties in our name," Leez said. "There was simply nothing tethering us there."
She turned to meet Obi’s eyes, and both of them felt a little spark, though they just thought they were just a little dizzy from the alcohol. "We... want to be with you, Captain."
Obi paused and stared, while the other two were completely unaware of the slight shifts happening next to them. They were happily downing their drinks, though.
"To be honest, I think Alterra’s better than Bleuelle," Dejel said, combing his curly mustache that made him look older (which was totally on purpose, by the way). "Bleuelle is larger and has a stronger population, but life here is just... better."
He then proceeded to sip his cocktail and closed his eyes as if entering his own world.
The music had changed a bit some time ago, becoming even more lively and upbeat. The prevalent dance steps this time were some of what the Terrans called the ’retro dance steps’, which apparently fit the music tempo better.
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