Trust

“The pursuit of truth will set you free even if you never catch up with it.” - Atticus

I was about to close the door when I heard Mew say, "Hey! Where are we? Let's go home! Where are you taking me, Gulf might get angry. Did you bring me to Gulf’s house? I want there.” He murmured while still hiccuping.

I opened the door slightly to see if Mew was awake.

Silly, the latter speaks with his eyes closed.

I looked at the two and it seemed like they were begging me to let the three of them in. I guess the two of them are also drunk, Mew just got it hard. He looked flushed!

I eased the door open for them to enter but Mew did not want to enter and it was just too heavy so the two had a hard time.

"I don't want to, I don't want to. I'm going home, Gulf will be angry." He said while still bowing.

I wanted to laugh but I remembered that we had not reconciled yet so I stopped smiling.