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Porchay was bouncing up and down on his feet, his anxiety peaking. Porsche had just left for Phuket an hour ago, reminding Chay to take care of himself and not burn the house down while he's away. While Chay appreciated the concern, he liked to believe that he was old enough to act as a responsible adult. But then again, he's pretty sure he'll still be a baby for Porsche even when he turns 70.
The doorbell ringing brought him out of his thoughts and sent a whole new bunch of thoughts spiraling down his mind. Realizing, he didn't have any other choice than to go down and open the door, he took a breath and started descending the stairs, one at a time, delaying the inevitable.
Yes, it was he, himself who had asked Kim to come, but that didn't make it feel any less weird. Yes, Kim looked decent enough to not be a serial killer, but that didn't overlap the fact that he was in fact a stranger to Porchay. And doing all this with Porsche being away? It could go either way, one being not very pleasant.
Shaking the thoughts away, and trusting himself for once on this one, Porchay took hold of the door handle and pulled it open, expecting to see Kim on the other side. What he saw though, was Kim holding his guitar as a shield while trying to shoo a puppy away.
"Oii, not so close. Go away." Kim was retreating his steps and was unaware of Porchay watching all this unfold from the porch. "I said, leave!"
The puppy was looking confused and mistaking the situation to be playful, he jumped towards Kim, wagging his tail. Kim backed away so fast, his back hit Porchay's chest with a force and Porchay let out a small 'oh'.
Realizing what just happened, Kim quickly stepped away and came to stand behind Chay, still wary of the puppy circling around, wanting to play.
"I-I umm, I don't really like dogs much."
"You mean, you're scared of dogs."
"Same thing." Kim looked like a ten-year-old complaining.
Porchay let out a small chuckle, making Kim momentarily forget about the puppy situation.
"Simba's not scary, Phi. You don't need to get so worked up around him." Porchay pointed at the small golden retriever puppy, bored after not recieving any attention from Kim and now chasing a butterfly flying around.
"Simba."
"Well, you know, the one from The Lion King? I named him." Porchay explained, looking seemingly proud.
"The Lion King." Kim repeated, looking a bit lost.
"No way." Porchay let out a low gasp. "Don't tell me you haven't watched The Lion King."
"I haven't..."
"Well, we're gonna change that, then." Porchay took Kim's wrist and pulled him inside, calling Simba as well. It took the puppy only a few seconds to wiggle his way inside. Kim looked unsure of being around the puppy 24/7 now that he was supposed to live here but masked his fear pretty well.
Sensing Kim's weariness, Porchay came in front of Simba and Kim watched his whole demeanor change. He stood up straight and with a stern voice, said, "Up." Porchay pointed at the stairs and Kim watched the puppy walk away towards the stairs and climb them, one at a time, dumbfounded.
"How.....did you that?"
"Took a lot of training." Porchay came and stood infront of Kim, and proceeded to sit on the couch, making Kim do the same.
"Soooooooo now that you're here, I'm sure you might want to know about the whole project properly?"
Kim nodded.
"Okay, then. Since I've already told you about this being my second year in uni, I'll cut it short to just explaining you about the project.'' Porchay sat up straight and continued. ''I'm doing a major in journalism and we have this project where we have to basically prepare a 15 minutes report about a person. It can be anyone really - someone we already know or someone totally random. You see, the subject of the report is not the important thing here, but the way i or to be precise, the students present the subject is what the grading will be all about.
''And you decided to go with me?''
''Well, I could've interviewed my Hia seeing the shortage of time but you - Phi Kim - met me at the right place at the right time and I went along with it. Plus, we both are getting benefitted from this, aren't we?''
''But an i an interesting enough subject for a thing like this?'' Kim mumbled lowly.
''You leave all that upto me. You don't need to worry about that. You just need to think it through and tell me whether you're in on it or not.''
''Well, considering I am here-''
''Just as I thought, then. Good good. Now that this is done, let me show you your room. You can bring your things inside later.''
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''Are you sure you know how to cook?'' Kim asked Porchay from afar, sitting on the couch.
"Umm..yes?" Porchay mumbled unsurely. "I mean, I've cooked noodles and pasta and-"
"Basic survival food, you mean." Kim was beside Porchay in a second. "I think you might need my help here."
"You know how to cook?"
Kim answered with a nod.
"You could have told me that sooner, you know?"
"I thought I was in safe hands." Kim sighed dramatically.
"Oii." Porchay slightly hit Kim's shoulders and bit back a smile. "Anyway, now that I am in safe hands, can you please cook something for the both of us while I go and-"
"Nuh-uh." Kim hooked his fingers in Porchay's shirt as he was about to flop down on the couch and pulled him right back to the kitchen counter. "You - mister - are not going anywhere."
Porchay pouted.
"You are going to stay right here and help me with this."
"Help you? How?"
"Just keep talking."
"Ay-ay captain."