Slurp
We sat at a bench near a wide big meadow.
While seeing the dog drinking some water from the lake not hearing him drinking at all, the leaves were playing cello.
Red Bull I held in my hand.
,,you slurp?"
,,who does not?",
you say while looking at me concerned:
,,you're a weird human.
When you slurp the drink just tastes better.
And then this ahhhhh in the end."
,,hahahahh stoppp, I hate people doing thatt",
,,whyy? Or I also always accidently smack my lips while eating.
I just eat really quick."
,,eww, stop it"
His hand reached the back of the bench:
,,man, you don't understand the construct of a Human mind."
I felt a jacket my body covering, even though we had such an distand, I felt held.
,,hahahahha"
,,what?"
,,I am just like that.
I loveee to crack my fingers or neck even though some people say I might day our blood doesn't come through anymore.
Or when I am eating not scooping always to my side,
I mean the Tomato of my sister at the back seems kinda delicoius.
You rose your eyebrows.
You had always a chilly attitude but your bodylanguage wasn't laid back kinda,
you came near and stood still.
,,yooo, you scare me"
I say.
,,chill, there's something beneath your theeth"
,,good to know"
,,mhm"
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