Quizen walked out of the building he works at, his shoulders tense and aching from carrying the guitar around with him all day.
The bar was strangely busy today for so reason, but Quizen didn’t complain because he also received a lot of tips from the patrons who liked his singing voice and music.
He let out a hum, the sound coming out a little scratchy, as his feet carried him through the busy evening street of the plaza.
He earned enough silver coins today— enough for him to stop by the clothing store to buy his wife a new shirt or robe, or pants, or underwear and give it to her as soon as he gets ho.
But before he could focus on that thought alone, he rembered Coco’s state before he left in the morning.
I have to go ho. The diator sighed through his nose, forcing his legs to pump faster to quicken his pace and carry him over to the next street where he will walk past Jacques’ house.
Or maybe I should stop by so of the food stalls and buy sothing for her to snack on? I’m quite certain Heiren won’t be able to cook sothing fast enough for Coco to eat.. He thought, eyes skimming past on the food stalls he’s about to pass to.
As he did so, he spotted soone very familiar with the stall that sold skewers to its custors.
Quizen let out a huff and made his way through the crowd, his hands outstretched before him to push people away gently from his path.
"Renaldo!" The diator called out to the scarred diator.
Renaldo paused in the middle of paying for the skewers he bought and turned around to look at the person who called his na, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.
"Quizen." The diator blinked, feeling a little surprised to see him. "Perfect timing."
Quizen stopped right beside Renaldo and smiled. "Perfect timing indeed. I was thinking of buying sothing for Coco to eat while Heiren or Zaque is cooking. Do you have sothing in mind?"
"Yeah, buy the rest of this croc and pig’s intestines skewers." Renaldo stated and pointed at the remaining skewers on the stand.
"I don’t know.." Quizen didn’t hesitate to show his reluctance as he stepped closer to the stall, his eyes scanning the appearance of the skewers with a frown. "I don’t think my wife would eat sothing like this."
"She would." The scarred diator insisted and nudged him on the arm. "Besides, it’s not like she will have a choice."
"What is that supposed to an?" Quizen raised an eyebrow, but he did as he was told.
He turned to the vendor who was waiting for their final decision and then he saw that Quizen would be buying the rest of his food, he brightened up and started putting the skewers on the grill.
"I’m buying all of it, sir." Quizen humd, smiling softly. "How much would all of that be?"
The vendor swallowed and looked at the skewers. "The pig intestine cost fifteen silver coins and I have twenty sticks with right now.. The croc is ten silver coins and there are fifteen sticks here."
The vendor started murmuring under his breath, calculating the final sum of Quizen’s order.
"That would be four hundred and fifty silver coins, good sir." The vendor announced quietly, his lips pulled into a pleasant smile.
Quizen nodded his head and fished out his bag of coins from his pocket. "Please give a mont."
Quizen turned away from the stall and faced Renaldo, his eyes taking in the sight of two plastic bags hanging on his right hand. "Can you lend a hand? I have approximately five hundred and fifty silver coins with ."
"Sure thing." Renaldo humd and held out his free hand. "Just drop the coin here and start counting."
Once again, Quizen did as he was told and started bringing out silver coins from the bag to place it on Renaldo’s open palm. He made sure that he counted correctly and brought out one hundred coins before handing the bag to the vendor.
"There’s four hundred and fifty silver coins inside." Quizen inford the man, making him nod his head and smile.
"I’ll trust you on that, sir." The vendor stated and grabbed the bag.
Quizen and Renaldo watched the man pour out all of the coins to the container beside him, the sound of the coins hitting each other echoing slightly in the busy street of the plaza.
"Here’s the bag, sir." The man held out the bag towards Quizen while his coworker handed the plastic bag to Renaldo.
"That was fast." Quizen comnted and eyed the plastic bag that was filled with the skewers he ordered. "I hope that you ward it enough for my wife and friends to enjoy."
"Of course." The man smiled and waved them off. "Thank you for the purchase. Please co again."
Quizen rely glanced at him for the last ti before turning to Renaldo and grabbing the bag from his hands.
"Thanks." The diator mumbled and sighed. "Anyway, let’s go."
"I’m right behind you." Renaldo humd, a small smile creeping to his lips as he watched the smaller diator walk forward towards his house.
"By the way, I think it would be best if you’re going together with us back to your house." He added, causing Quizen to freeze in his tracks and crane his neck to look at him.
"What for?" Quizen raised an eyebrow.
Renaldo didn’t answer him— not that he could, because they were already approaching his house and he could see that his wife, along with Jonathan, weren’t alone.
"My love!" Jacques called when she spotted him and Quizen. "Aunt Cleora decided to get us herself."
"I could see that." Renaldo mumbled, nodding his head at Cleora. "I bought food."
Cleora giggled and waved her hand. "Oh, goodness. You shouldn’t have bothered, but thank you! You’re such a dear."
"Okay.. What is going on?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)