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Twilight was granted a sabbatical leave by WISE after completing an important mission because he finally reached his ten years of service without any breaks. Hence, he took this opportunity to escape to stay at his friend’s estate in Ostania.
The mission, left him having a complicated view of himself. His circumstances made him question his real identity.
'T: Who would I be if my work as an espionage was not an issue?
This existential crisis he has been experiencing urged him to stay in a foreign country to put himself out there at least in the dating scene. Therefore he came up with an idea in which he will pose as Loid Forger the whole time he spends his time away.
The first activity Twilight did was going to a nightclub as part of his coming-of-age agenda. Hours have passed he’d been drinking alone, simmering into the senseless talks of nightclub-goers. And the ladies who tried to entice him failed to convince him.
He thought it was a silly idea for him to even think about having the capacity to have any form of human connection with the opposite sex.
Since he’s getting worn out, he decides to leave the place whilst having drunk only three glasses of smooth whiskey. He makes his silent exit. However before he heads to the door, someone snuck behind him. Something cold has brushed against his fingers, thus, clasping his right hand. It happened abruptly, which made him frozen in his place.
When Twilight glanced at the person who was holding his hand, he saw a woman in a black sultry dress.
This circumstance made his mind run like a mill– thinking of possible ways to escape successfully.
Of course, he can’t hurt her– it’s just not fitting to become defensive and violent at this time and place. Plus, he is a foreigner which might spike any misunderstanding between Ostania and Westalis. Catalyzing a war will never be on his list so he went along according to how this situation unfolds.
“Fushuqawalasaya,” the woman began to say unintelligible words.
He couldn’t understand her so he leaned into her, keeping her close to hear what she ought to tell him.
From the woman’s appearance, Twilight could read the fact that she had drunk a lot of alcohol.
“Would you spend the whole night with me?”, the woman said whilst trying to keep her pronunciation audible.
Her straightforward request made Twilight flustered because, among all the women he’d met tonight, this woman was the only one who came upfront.
“Please, I lied about coming here tonight with my non-existent boyfriend,” she hiccupped.
T: Interesting…
The woman lifted her chin, thus, allowing the both of them to lock eyes.
Her eyes oddly possess a magnetic pull that inadvertently put him in a tranquil state whereas he had never felt in the past years he’d been working with WISE. This was the first time in a long time to silence his brain.
Then moments later, he did not notice that the woman already grabbed him by the collar, tugging him close to her face. Their faces were only an inch apart and it was as if she was going to kiss him without consent.
But she didn’t take advantage of kissing him.
“It’s a favor. From now on you are my boyfriend,” this time he could sense that she meant every word she said.
The woman almost fell on her knees due to the amount of alcohol circulating inside her system. Twilight carefully held her from falling to the ground. This situation led to a small group of women who came within their parameters to intervene in what was going on.
“Ummm… excuse me, this girl you’re with is our co-worker,” a woman who was wearing a white sparkly dress raised an eyebrow at him. “You have no right to hold her like that.”
“Or we’ll report you to the police immediately,” the other woman beside her, who was wearing a pastel yellow dress interrupted to intimidate him.
T: You are on the verge of getting in trouble, Twilight!
His intuition prompts him to be more tenacious.
“Well, I forgot to introduce myself,” Twilight finally opened his mouth to speak with them. “I am Loid Forger her boyfriend.”
The women who approached them dropped their jaws after hearing his lie.
“Is this true, Yor?” The lady in a powder blue tube dress tried to wake her up by shaking her shoulders.
Yor, the girl wrapped around his arms was half-conscious due to her tipsiness. Despite her having her full weight on him, she still managed to respond to them by nodding her head.
“Babe, I’m so tired from drinking,” she slurred, “Let’s go home.”
T: This woman surely has the guts to ask me to bring her home.
Twilight responded to her unusual request and finally figured his way out of the nightclub. However this time, he left with a woman whom those women call Yor.
Once they left the scene, Twilight felt her body weight was pulling him down because of the influence of alcohol in her system. As much as he knows the risk of engaging with the locals of Ostania, there’s a part of him convincing him to help Yor. Perhaps, this hunch came from the fact of having a common interest in lying.
For Yor, it was to cover up a lie.
As for Twilight, it was mainly to explore his truth whilst living a lie for such a strenuous time.
Whatever happens in the future, he already concludes that it will be beneficial and oddly reciprocal.
Now that Yor has her arms on his shoulders, he gently knelt on the pavement to carry her on his back for a piggyback ride. Inadvertently, when Twilight did that to make walking easier for both of them, her head hung on his right shoulder. Thus, this circumstance made their cheeks press against each other as they walked through the night streets of Berlint.
Twilight could barely smell the odor of rum from her warm breath.
“Please bring me home. I’m sleepy,” Yor’s drunken voice vibrated through his ear, tickling half his face.