Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

88: Whisk and Feelings (Part 2)

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"It's okay. Anyway, I don't think that's very disturbing. You're also acting very normally" Haz said.

Whisk and Haz must separate when they get to the seventh floor. They are very awkward, even to say 'till see you' is very difficult to say lips.

Finally, Whisk simply waved his hand at Haz. Haz sees the back of the Whisk disappearing behind the towering bookshelves.

In the end, due to a feeling, she and I stayed away for a while. I'm really mean, eh? haz asked inwardly as he glanced towards the watch that was coiled around his wrist. Almost lunch hour. At least an hour or two ahead Zenneth will be hailing Haz and Whisk for lunch.

I'm going to go to the second floor. Maybe I'll find something that reinforces the statement. Hah ... what statement? It's at the mall. But, don't rule out the possibility that the stalker won't follow me, right?

Haz steps up and goes to the elevator. Although the queue was very long, but he was still able to be patient. He did not want to go down with the escalator.

My suffering is ...!

***

Whisky Woods, you fool. Mouth too. Why am I saying something that makes Haz uncomfortable? ask the Whisk inside the heart while covering his face using a book that has been opened with a plastic cover.

"Truly ..," Whisk murmured to himself.

Whisk is currently reading a book called Bungaku Shoujo, a comic by Mayaka Nakano that collaborates with Yuko Shimoda on a webcomic, adapted into an anime, live action, and novel.

The whisky took a long breath. He sat down in front of the bookshelf, casually reading the story of my Bungaku Shoujo. Because no one likes to go to that place, other than maniacs or commonly called 'bookworms'.

The more Whisk read, the more upset he became. He didn't even want that to happen. His point is to blatantly declare to Haz that he likes long-haired women.

Whisk's heart couldn't calm down, as if saying, "I told you to shut up. What did you tell that woman for? You already know he's temperamental, doesn't like anything 'too frontal'. You have not even met deeply. You're really stupid."

The whiskey can't calm down. Even when he wanted to vent it out by reading a book.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was stupid. Now stop yelling at me!

It seemed like the Whisk had gone mad, speaking to his own heart. He doesn't even know what to do anymore.

It was as if Whisk's heart could return his words, "If I don't curse you, you'll do that stupid thing again. You are .. hais! Really troublesome. You want to get myself smashed to pieces, huh? Just get tired of you! I am also a part of you. What kind of discrimination is this?"

I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm reflex.

Because he did not focus on reading, Whisk also returned the book he took and wanted to read it to the shelf, to its original place. He sat quietly on the corner shelf directly next to the wall.

The whisky breathed a long sigh repeatedly, like a person who was short of breath. Feelings torn.

It's okay, it'll heal soon.