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Character Aesthetic: Elisha_Pillayy

They arrive at a little cafe just on the outskirts of the main city. It was decorated in a very colorful yet rustic style. The walls held many pieces of memorabilia from where Eli assumes is Thai. Wooden stools and chairs that looked handmade contrasted the almost fluorescent walls.

Pond enters the establishment first. He turns to who Eli believes is the owner. He clasps his hands and bows his head to them.

"Sawadee krap." He said in a fluid tone.

The lady grinned widely at the greeting and gave him one back. Her eyes glance to Eli. The boy almost jumped out his skin at the lady's gaze. She turns back to Pond and rattles off a string of words in her native tongue to the boy. Pond obliged, answering with a smile or simple reply. The lady looked once again at Eli but this time with a smile. She then turned and hurried into the kitchen area behind the bar.

Eli's eyebrows knitted together. Pond holds the crook of Eli's arm and gently pulls him over to a table. The boy shakes off the hand and shoots a glare at the older one.

"Stop with the fucking touches." Eli grumbled. 

Pond blinked at the younger boy's behavior. Eli seats himself on one of the wooden stools and looks away from him. The Cafe had an open design. Eli could probably see their school building from the balcony-like view. .

Any view was better than staring straight ahead.

"Do you like chicken basil? I thought that would be the best thing to order for you." Pond said.

"You seem like the type to like cock." Pond grinned.

Eli seethe. "Yours would be best served on a bucket of ice. Severed!"

Pond chuckled. "Weak."

Eli's eyebrow twitched. "Are you fucking with me?"

Pond leans in. 

"Do you want me too?"

Eli's face burned a deep heat. His whole chest did. He grips the table ready to shove the chair so far up his smug ass. But, fate was on Pond's side. 

The lady came to the table with a tray of food. It smelt very aromatic and looked homey with the rice and chicken being arranged with no care. In two tall glasses were some pink liquid. 

'Must be the pink milk he wouldn't shut up about.' Eli thought.

"Enjoy." The lady said before leaving.

Pond wasted no time reaching for his drink. A pleased hum vibrated from his lips as he savored the treat. 

"Are you not going to drink?" Pond questioned.

Eli stares at the drink. "How do I know you didn't get the lady to fuck with it?" 

Pond huffed and switched the drinks. Before Eli could protest, he sipped the other pink milk.

"What the fuck?" Eli said.

Pond shrugs. "You asked. See? I drank from both. No drug spiking."

"Now it has your spit on the straw." Eli complained.

Pond is unfazed. "Your fault. If you're not going to drink it, I will." 

Eli picks up the drink and pulls out the straw. Pond looked like he had some sparky remark to say but he continued to sip his drink. Eli brought the cup to his mouth to taste only to immediately scrunch his face.

"Is this syrup or something? Sweet as hell." 

"More or less." Pond replied, draining the last from the glass. 

Eli sets down the drink and moves towards the food.

"Need me to prove I didn't spike that too?"

"Fuck you." Eli grumbled.

He scooped some of the rice and chicken into his mouth. He was actually very hungry seeing that he left before having dinner. It didn't taste half bad. But Eli isn't going to admit that to Pond. He silently shovels the food into his mouth barely casting a glance up to the other.

"Why do you eat like a hippo?" Pond asked with a sip of his drink.

Eli flipped him off as he continued eating. Taking another spoonful of food he finds his spoon hitting the hard wood of the table. A murderous glare filled with heat etched craters into the opposite male.

"What?" Eli murmured.

"Use your fork to help put the food in the spoon. It would look much better than your shoveling." Pond said.

"Look, I know how to eat, got it? Give it back now." Eli said.

Pond smiled. "Why don't you beg for it?"

Beg for your tight ass?

Eli's eyes squint dangerously. His hand reached for the first thing it grabbed and tossed it into the smug look the other male wore. Pink milk drips onto the table in slow drops. The once expensive looking polo now stained a pink hue. Pond licks his lips tasting his favorite sweet treat. He runs a hand through the now sticking hair to his face.

"How mature." Pond said.

That set Eli off.

He pushes the desk harshly away from his body. Eli wraps around to the other side and grips the drenched shirt making the older boy look at him. His cheeks puffed and fist balled up, stretching the collar of the shirt. 

"What do you want from me ah!? Want me fucking pissed off? Do you love to mess with me!" 

Pond looked the younger male up and down. A short chuckle escapes from his lips. Eli can feel the left vein in his eye jumping. He chucks the boy back on to the stool and storms off towards the exit.

'That fucker' Eli thought.

'That mother fucking asshole!'

Eli yelled a long grunted sound throwing his arms up. He kicks down the potted plant that was outside the store. He quickly paused his anger to pick it right back up. 

He still fucking fumed.

A loud clash of thunder rumbled through the sky. Eli internally swears as the dark clouds that have set in the sky glared with eminent threat to the boy's mood.

"It's going to be pouring rain by time you reach home." Pond said walking out the door.

"Screw you." Eli said.

"Can't do that soaking wet." 

Eli bites his tongue. "You kidnapped me. You get me home."

"I'll get you home. But not tonight." 

"What do you mean not tonight?"

"I mean, there's a storm coming. Unless you want to get in an accident. You would stay here with me."

Eli shaked his head. "Stay where?"

"Pii Ma Prang offered us the extra room above the cafe."  Pond said.

"The lady from before? Jesus. You probably planned this whole shit." Eli seethe.

"Even if I did." Pond slowly closes the distance between them.

"Will you stay?"

Eli feels a sinking pain in his chest. The thunder rumbled again with its overall threat and force. 

He is going to regret this later isn't he?

"Fine."