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Work in the laboratory was always a bit difficult. Many notes, many experiments in the room that could fail or not, and a mess of papers and cups everywhere. Once again the water machine broke and the summer heat made the scientist in charge of experimenting with those withered flowers very tired. He drank water again in his cup and began to write down more calculations. Passed a hand through his extremely long fur. Sweat didn’t help anything in concentrating, putting him in a bad mood.
The little pig enters the room with much more new work papers, and silently looks at his friend. Like the monkey, he passes a hand over his forehead.
- Uff, it is very hot here - Pigma accommodates the notes in a free space of the table - You should open the windows.
Andreas doesn’t look up to tell his friend.
- Are already open.
Of course, the windows were open. But the heat still set the room in a horrible way. So horrible that Pigma could even notice the bad mood in the monkey’s voice. He passes his hands around his waist and approaches the scientist. When close enough to him, the pig could see those drops of sweat on his forehead and on his face, accompanied by huge dark spots under Andreas’s eyes.
- Uh, Andreas, man, you look exhausted - Pigma knew Andreas’s cold personality enough to know that even if he showed concern for him, there was a chance he would ignore it. After two years working together, he knew the monkey’s reactions too much.
- Being exhausted is not an impediment to my work - Andreas kept writing, with his head bowed. His deep and angry voice was mixed with small moans of heat and fatigue that Pigma noticed in a few minutes - I need to finish these calculations.
- Well, you can’t finish them if you die of heat in this closed room! - After shaking his finger in protest, Pigma grabs the scientist’s arm, and without the effort necessary to lift the tired and sleeping monkey, he carries Andreas with him - Come on! I’ll take you to the warehouse to cool off with something!.
- P-p-pigma, no! Not now! - Andreas complained with small grunts as he struggled to free himself from the pig’s hands. He just let himself go, still trying to take the notes from his desk.
While outside the building, Pigma forced his monkey friend to sit while he was going to “buy” a couple of bottles of water. The heat was still unbearable. But in turn, a strong and fresh wind began to pass for Andreas’s relief. Even with his tired eyes, caught in his huge fur and sleep, he began to see around him. The leaves growing with its beautiful green tone, the wind that played with its huge fur, the flowers that both his sister and Vixy caressed with love and almost maternal affection.
This is the world that I made.
- Take!
Pigma’s voice woke him up in surprise, reacting with a small jump. Looking now in front of him, the pig stretched a bottle of water in his small hands. In his other hand, he also carries another bottle of water.
- Uh - Andreas grabbed the bottle - Thank you.
Pigma starts to chuckle. It was so strange to hear his friend thank, but he always found it beautiful when he did it. He sits next to Andreas, then opening his bottle with water and drinking it with much emotion. The other one still didn’t open his bottle, but he looked carefully at the liquid inside it. Move the water bottle slowly, observing the movement of the water.
- Hey hey! Stop playing with your food and refresh yourself! You shouldn’t shake the bottle like one of your potions! - Pigma grabs the bottle from his friend’s hands and opens it - If you are so obsessed with your work, at least devote to taking care of yourself before the best Corneria scientist dies.
Yes. Pigma was right even if he said it with laughter. Even if many could not take the pig as an intelligent man because of his buffoon attitude, he was always right about his words.
I will need to take care of myself to save this planet.
- Thank you.
Now it was Pigma who jumped in pure surprise. That thank you sounded more different than the previous one, with a more … soft tone? He didn’t know how to describe it, but just feeling surprised or terrified. Even so, it was a good thing too. Andreas began to drink the water with the same emotion as the pig, while Pigma watched him sideways. He made a change in the monkey that felt him feeling insecure, but at ease at the same time.
- Uh, yes. You’re welcome!.