"This is bullshit," King said, picking on his shortly trimmed nails. He hissed in pain when he accidentally scraped deeper than he should have.

"Mouth please," Pandora pointed out, face indifferent as she steered the wheel.

"I mean, why do we even have to go back just to attend a birthday party?" King knitted his brows.

"It's Axel"s promotion."

"And a birthday party," King fought.

"Uh-huh."

King gave up. He faked a sob and threw his head back on the headrest.

"Stop whining. We'll only be there for a week, thanks to you."

"Hey, it's not my fault. That jerk of a customer had a bad attitude. He should be grateful I was considerate enough to give him gravy as a wig for that bald head of his."

"You pulled his wig and spilled gravy on him."

King huffed. "Damn right, I did."

Pandora shook her head. "You're still an employee. You need to control yourself or you'll end up fired every single time."

"Doesn't give them the right to badly treat an employee."

Pandora sighed and let it be. A wordless stance ate up half of their minute. Memories and records unintentionally flowed like an electric current inside Pandora's mind. Until the wire was cut off, and the current stopped.

Pandora gently inhaled through her nose. "King, are you..."

"Hm?"

"... Are you planning on seeing her?"

King spared her a questioning glance. A few ticks of the clock was what he needed for him to know that she was talking about his mother.

He turned his head back to the window. "I don't have to. It's not like we have anything to talk about."

Pandora remained silent.

King rested his knuckles underneath his chin while his bum ached. It's so green, he thought as he...