Berserk Container Dropped the Water

It was noon-near-afternoon. The cafeteria-like setting was filled with college students, hungry maybe, without any resolute color in existence. Akir and Solarc sat on a table nearest to the outside. Akir is a lady with a long black hair and was wearing a long-sleeved blue denim shirt and black pants. Solarc is a young man with round glasses and was wearing a green shirt and jeans. Solarc sat on Akir's right, making Akir nearest to the way out. They were facing west.

The two sat in silence. There was only one white plastic cup with straw on the black table. Suddenly, both saw a stereotypical lady walking towards the north wearing turquiose dress with red laces. Solarc started to talk and said that the lady was his classmate on his highschool and pointed out on how that girl has the most number of clothes in which she had tried to hand laundry all of it until she lost both of her hands. By the time they saw her at present, she might have grew her hands back.

Akir started to talk to Solarc about something. Solarc nodded and added a short response no one could hear. Unexpectedly, Akir stood and went to her north and went to the washroom. She got in and it has the color of blue all around. She started to fix her wavy hair facing the mirror. She was beside some ladies retouching their make-ups in sort of an oddly desperate way. Then Akir started to see some familiar faces on the mirror while she was arguing with herself whether to make her hairline reside on the middle or on the left side. She decided to put it on her left side and she suddenly saw her friend, Aralnavi, who was a lady with big eyes and whom Solarc don't know about. Akir started to realize she was already taking a lot of time staying inside and remembered Solarc.

Aralnavi started to accompany her on her way out. Akir said she had a companion whom Aralnavi didn't know about also, but said that Aralnavi can come with them. They went out and saw Solarc on her seat with his laptop on and illuminating on his face and glasses on the table while doing an awkward peeping-almost-dancing on either of the laptop's side simultaneously. Akir and Aralnavi started to walk on the table.

A guy sat on Solarc's left side and talked. He had a very long forehead covered by a flowery light-colored cloth almost reaching the ceiling. Akir thought that the guy was familiar. He was Yckor, Solarc's friend who he didn't know she knew about including their history. Yckor started to notice Akir, walking to Solarc's right side, turned his head on Solarc, smiled, and said "yes, indeed." Akir didn’t know that Yckor knew about her too. She thought Solarc was the only one who knew her being in the side of the setting.



Solarc stopped doing the uncomfortable whereabouts and developed a very weird expression one could never define. When Akir reached her seat on the right side of Solarc and laid on it, she was surprised that she didn't notice that the seat all along has some water poured on it. The water made her pants go wet yet she didn’t get pissed. Aralnavi was just strangely staring almost like daydreaming.

Yckor and Solarc decided to go out and said goodbye to Akir and Aralnavi.