Summer is cruel but not as much cruel as sumer afternoons.
During this hour, the Sun -as if it's planning to end the world for good- burns with profound passion.
Leaving the pitiful creatures under this big boss's mercy, no other choice than retreating to their homes.
Unfortunately, a certain Meerkat was trapped under the sweltering Sun, with an empty stomach and no water to drink.
The meer- Writer grew more and more irritated with each passing minute.
Currently, he was tied down and lied on the ground helplessly, ridiculously resembling a caterpillar.
Brother from another mother indeed.
Though that was not the only thing bothering him.
He glanced at the person pacing in circles and rambling his heart out to him, making bunch of expressions.
All the while flaring his little nose, sometimes pouting or just throwing some random hand gestures.
Far from anything graceful.
'And this guy claims to be a heavenly being.'
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About half an hour ago.
My eyes slowly opened.
'No, it was not hell..neither heaven..'
Off course it wasn't.
The last thing I remembered was being poked in head with a random twig by a dumb looking person.
'..I am not in hell...even though that person seemed no less than a demon.'
And now, as my eyes slowly opened, the same person was sitting in front of me.
His arms and legs crossed as he sat on-
"Wait a minute!! What?!"
He let out a "hmph", as I looked up at him in utter confusion.
He was not sitting on a tree, neither a rock.
He was sitting in mid air..somehow.
This caught me quite by suprise.
I tried to get up to see if I was just hallucinating.
'Happens all the time anyways.'
But even before I made a move, my body started to hurt. As if screaming, "You fool, you are alive! So lay back, before you really die!!!"
The weird man up in air must have noticed me wincing.
For, he snapped his fingers and my wounds seemed to heal a bit.
The bleeding stabilized and the pain subsided.
The guy sitting up there just threw me a haughty look with another "hmph"
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Just some time before, I was on the verge of death. But when I woke up, the pain very less and now it was even more bearable.
Even though my friends call me dense, I do have a brain.
It wasn't hard to realise this guy helped me.
'Hehe'
'Seems like God sent me a golden thigh, gonna grab it tight.'( ꈍᴗꈍ)
'If he can help wounds heal so fast, he for sure must have other tricks up his sleeve. Gotta catch this guy!'
'Hehe, my new meal ticket.'
If the writer could look at himself right now, he would have surely walked away in disgust at his own expression.
He had a wild look.
No different than a classic pervert face.
The guy in front of him felt a shiver all of a sudden.
" Must have been the wind, ah."
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It didn't take long for the man to jump down and finally break his silence.
"Listen, foul mortal! Listen, what this heavenly deity has to say!"
" For, if your mortal brain was unable to grasp it, I would not repeat a single syllable!"
" Yeah, yeah, boomer.."
" Bomb what?! Any ways, I don't have time to entertain your idiotic and crude language and even if I did, I would not entertain mere mortals!"
He declared, amidst his periodic 'hmphs'.
The writer looked at him, like a caterpillar looking at his turd. And went back to breath saving mode.
' You know, there are times, when talking to someone just feels like wasting your own breath. Yeah, you get the point.'
'He is a waste of oxygen.'
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Author's note:
Persona 1: How would you explain the use of modern terms by a mediaeval- fantasy world character.
Main Persona of writer: It's all for the plot. Believe me, it's all for the plot.