Planetes
1.m. Small Chit-Chat with Wizard (edited)
Beyond the expectations of his move to a new home is enough to make Elliot a little overwhelmed. Although the bentala used a little magic help, it still drained his strength.
"Oh, I fell out, my body," he said, which sounded like a complaint.
Luckily there was no one in his house at the moment, so no one had heard Elliot's complaint just now. The clock ticks at 12 p.m.
"It's lunch time" pause for a moment before he returns. "But I haven't cooked yet...."
Without waiting any longer, Elliot immediately took the keys to his house and wallet. Hurry to the store that sells ready-to-eat food and snacks for tea friends.
On the way home from Konbini, Elliot saw a familiar figure complaining that he was feeling gout. Near him the figure and thrust a package of koyo that he bought some time ago in konbini.
The figure was—Figgy, staring suspiciously at the object being thrust by Elliot.
"....this is safe?" ask Figgy while looking straight at Elliot.
"Safe." Elliot gave a thumbs up. "Monsieur can be used directly on the affected part."
"Oh, sounds effective! Thank you very much." Only then did Figgy take the koyo parcel from Elliot's hand. "Maybe I'll use it."
"Sama-sama, Monsieur Figgy." a friendly smile was reflected in Elliot's ranum. "Oh, what were you doing?" purely asked.
There's no way Figgy was deliberately in san to meet her, right? They may have just happened to meet again.
"I? ... Mmm〜 is looking for a relaxing time, I guess. Lately my patients have been feeling a lot." said Figgy who sounded like a complaint.
Sometimes Elliot forgets the fact that this man with the same face as him is a doctor. He remembered it after Figgy said that. It seems like Elliot's memory is very problematic.
"Every day they come, do they?" Elliot tilted his head. I seem to be interested in this guy's story. "Want something to drink, Monsieur? That way you can relax for a moment."
"It's not every day, because I'm just a doctor who takes care of patients in a small place" Figgy said in a statement.
"Oh, drink? I'm not against〜 Where do you want to drink?" soon Figgy's expression changed when he heard Elliot's offer.
Netra Elliot blinked a few times. Trying to digest Figgy's words. For a place to drink, Elliot plans to take her to his house, anyway. Because he could get bottles of alcohol from his son.
"Umm, that little place... Rustic sort?" the planet confirmed.
Figgy's smile puffed up at the question. "Frightly so."
"You want to go to my house?" bargain Elliot without further ado.
"Oh, you got alcohol in your house?" Figgy asked.
"Have it," a nod was given Elliot as confirmation. "Quite a lot and I can't afford to spend it alone."
Although Elliot was strong at drinking though, he would not be able to drink that much alone.
"Perfect! Then what are you waiting for. I'll visit your house right now〜" a carefree tone sounded from Figgy's ripe rant.
"In this direction," Elliot gestured at the calamity with a similar level to it to follow him. "You look happy, huh?"
Scoffing at the other man, Figgy chuckled loosely yet subtly heard that.
"Ahaha〜 Lately I haven't touched alcohol. My behavior must be obvious." Figgy doesn't seem to hide what's in his mind. Very bright as usual.
The Planet nodded her head in understanding. Elliot can understand even though alcohol is not his need.
"Monsieur's drinking strong, huh?" it's a must ask. It's not funny if just a few glasses of Figgy has fallen.
"So there's a preference for the type of alcohol?" It means Wine or spirits.
"Of course strong! Doctor Figgy is not as weak as that on alcohol〜" With a high level of confidence, Figgy smiled widely.
"Mmm〜 wine doesn't matter." especially if it's high quality, Figgy will be even happier.
"Dieu soit lou... (Thank God)" Elliot's habit cannot be separated even though he no longer lives in the country.
Her net captured the silhouette of her home, the house she was supposed to live in with her children.
"Well, that's my house." then he turned to the man he invited. "Let's go in, Monsieur."
Throwing a glance towards the destination in a short period of time, Figgy's head was nudged at a glance.
"certain. Thank you for letting me out." Mannered, from behind, Figgy followed where Elliot went— to where he stopped by.
The planet put the key in the door of his house and his power pushed the door open. Cueing his guests to enter his residence.
"Picture it like your own home, Monsieur" Elliot said, stepping on his legs into an alcoholic drink storage cabinet. "Sit wherever you like" he said.
He took a few bottles, along with his glass. Elliot took her to the place where his guests were. The Wine Chateau Petrus. The best wine he had.
"Please." Elliot thrust out the glass he had poured wine on Figgy.
Footsteps lead Figgy into a residence, where Figgy and his new acquaintances will drink together. Highlight the eyes wandering around, noticing a glimpse of the contents of the house.
The house is not too much. Just the stack of papers that Elliot was working on was arranged on the desk. His picture with his children is neatly displayed on the wall, reminding him of those who are not here yet, in this house. The rest is just simple home furniture. That's what Elliot's house looks like.
Figgy's heart was assuming that the man was—Elliot, had or had a happy family. It kindled the flames of envy in this doctor. But the personal feelings embedded buried deep and choose to enjoy the alcohol served, without the need to be taken care of one of his students who continue to advise Figgy not to drink too much. Even though it was all for the sake of health, still this old man was more ignorant than a child like a figure named Michiru.
Elliot had 14 children. Yeah, no misreading. Elliot's son has 14 people, all of whom are his satellites. If observed, in the photo there is not a single figure of an aged woman.
Not that Elliot no longer had a wife, but in a billion years of his life. Elliot never married.
Elliot used to date a few, but most of them stayed away once they knew he had many children. His last girlfriend died in an incident.
Elliot will never forget those heartbreaking events in the least. Never will be.
"Oh, okay. Thank you." Thank you." Then, Figgy sat himself on a chair, while his right hand rested on the table.
All attention is fully diverted to the bottle of wine that even from the outside has spoiled the eyes. Enthusiasm peaked, Figgy fixed the position to be upright.
"Cheers!"
"Together, Monsieur." Elliot poured the wine into his own glass. "certain. With pleasure."
Elliot took a seat not far from the man who had the same appearance as him sat down and his power reached for the wine glass presented at the table.
"Cheers~"
The sound of the clink of the glass was heard, and Elliot drank the wine.
"How's the wine?" ask him to Figgy.
With a happy feeling, Figgy reunited his lips with the lips of a glass until finally the alcohol was gulped.
"It's so good, Elli! Aha〜 Hope to be able to drink unsupervised it seems to be this relaxed." Ahh, truly a paradise of the world!
"Grice A Dieu, I'm glad to see you enjoy it, Monsieur." There's a smile of happiness plucked in Elliot's ranum. "Eh? Supervised? By who?" ask Figgy for curiosity.
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The taste of alcohol according to Figgy always indulges the tongue, relaxes the body and removes stress in the mind that has been disturbing. Some adults must always rely on alcohol when they have to relax without thinking about something heavy. And Figgy?
I don't know. Figgy has lived for 2000 years and still survives all the problems or twists of life from the lightest to the heaviest. Maybe that's what makes Figgy make Alcohol a necessity. Can't promise to stop drinking because surely the promise will Figgy deny always, as a result of the use of magic will be lost. Therefore, Figgy can not just say a promise because the future can be fatal.
After another sip, Figgy began to reply.
"There's one son of my student." leaning back, Figgy focused his attention on Elliot. "He always grumbled if I drank too much. I know he's very worried about my health, but it's hard for me to stay away from alcohol." then Figgy laughed.
For the planet itself—who now takes identity as a man named Elliot on this earth, alcohol is not a necessity. Nor is it something that can be used as an escape during stress.
You could say that Elliot was a social drinker. Drinking alcohol just to accompany people in an event. Both formal and non-formal events. His almost absurd and unreasonable life made him not too dependent on anything on earth.
Food and drink were not necessities for him. Really am. Elliot only does everything that humans are accustomed to on the basis of wanting to be more human. Do not let it even cause suspicion later on.
(Although, there must have been a few people who knew his true identity. Elliot himself had no intention of hiding it)
"Murid, huh? Studying at your clinic? Sounds great," a smile as bright as their sun. Elliot always appreciates people who have dedication. For example, this man.
"I understand why your students are fussy about it but I don't blame you for your alcohol dependence either" Elliot understood.
It is difficult to ban an alcoholic. Elliot knows that.
"Your disciples sound like my son, Despoina." Elliot glanced at the photo of the girl nearby.
The effects of the alcohol that Figgy is drinking right now really work to remove the burden of the mind. Because lately a lot has happened, even for a Figgy to have a variety of problems accumulate in the head. This is why Figgy became one of the people who get into alcohol dependence. Although his health often deteriorated, Figgy was indifferent to it. Regardless of his age, there were still childish traits like being stubborn and unruly. Always apply a relaxed way of life, refusing to get involved in things that are too troublesome.
"Ah.. Yeah, that's it." After sipping the umpteenth time, Figgy laughed lightly. Again hiding the fact that he was actually teaching them magic.
"Oh yeah?" After seeing where Elliot's vision was going, Figgy's eyes caught up with him. There is one figure in the photo, certainly foreign. It is believed that the girl in question.
"She's very pretty. You're great to have beautiful and handsome kids too, Elli~" and then look back at the other guy. "Cashywashy? Ahahahah. Sometimes that makes them adorable. They're very worried about our situation."
During accompanying Figgy to drink his wine, Elliot's rice buana noticed the look, movements, to the syllables that were blown from the slit of the hero's ranum. Looks like Figgy does need alcohol as a stress reliever?
If you look at his words saying that his students are worried or even forbid this man to drink. Elliot can tell a little bit that this man was noticed by his student.
"Thank you for the compliment" she said of Figgy, who said her daughter was beautiful.
"Don't you feel that the person loves you, so he did that to you? I mean when he's worried about you" Elliot asked Figgy.
Figgy's lip pull builds a thin smile used as a substitute for response through speech sounds. A small shake on the glass in hand carries the remaining alcohol water inside the move as well. Not to close the conversation, but personally digging the right sentence for Elliot's reply. Although not also immersed smile painting on the face of a witch and this doctor—Figgy means.
"If the facts are true like that, it feels really good." with the condition of the face slowly starting to appear faintly red after drinking a few glasses, Figgy chuckled.
"And if the fact is true like that—" Like a hanging rope, the tongue holds it back to continue. Luckily, alcohol hasn't taken over the mind. Eventually, Figgy looked for an alternative.
"—Maybe occasionally I need to listen to them〜〜〜☆"
Throughout listening to Figgy speak, Elliot somehow senses something is hidden by Figgy. However, it is not his spirit to be able to see the problems faced by Figgy.
As much as possible he doesn't interfere with Figgy's privacy. Because there's a time when this friend will tell him himself someday.
"Elli, what if you told me about yourself? I think I kept telling him, "Figgy's weird smile on the face, making Elliot rattled.
But, what should he tell her?
—connect
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