And It Started Like This

Quitting is for Failures

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When Ton first saw the message from Mew, he was so relieved that he didn't bother to question it. His only hope was that Mew wouldn't be sitting on the couch in his sweatpants announcing that he had changed his mind as quickly as traffic would allow him to do so.

When he saw Mew already clothed in the hallway mirror, with an open bottle of Stella in his hand and a shock of white-brunette hair, he smirked crazily.

When Ton went in, the brunette said, "Hello, mate." He snatched up another beer and handed it to Ton after cracking it open. "On my way home, I decided to save some money by buying a couple drinks."

"Cheers," Ton smiled as he replied. He gave Mew a nod, but he was already staring into the mirror once more. "It's a nice cut."

As his lengthy fingers carded through his neatly clipped locks, the brunette mumbled, pulling a frown. He trailed off and met Ton's gaze in the mirror's image. "It's better than it was, but it's still..." With a smirk on his face, he said, "I won't bore you."

Ton jokingly said, "I appreciate that. So, where do we go from here?"

"It's Turbo's birthday today, and you remember him, right? He came by last week."

Nodding his head in agreement, Ton the Turbo was something he remembered. Ton recalled him well since he had come looking for Mew, asking why he hadn't been out in weeks, and he was just a few years old.

He smirked and asked, "Is he still dating the Thanayut?" Ton knew one of Mild's numerous brothers, the Thanayut, who graduated a few years ahead of them and was probably about the age of 24. What was Turbo, exactly? 17? It's a win-win situation for the redhead.

"To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm talking about," Mew said. Finally, the brunette turned away from his mirror and smiled at Ton in return. He had a good idea of what Ton was thinking.

It was the man who drawled, "And how old is Turbo?"

"Today is his 18th birthday."

Suppasit lifted a brow at Ton as he snorted. "Who are you to talk to, Srinakluan?" Ton, who was older than Mew, had a swarm of women sometimes younger women, if you can calm a junior high a woman.

"Okay, that was once," Ton countered, assuming Mew was referring to a specific ex. "However, in my defense, she was about to finish her studies!"

Smirked Mew. "Yeah, Srinakluan, from a bleedin' high school, not university—not even sixth form! She was sixteen!" he smirked and sipped his beer before continuing. "You're probably listed as an extra-curricular, mate, and you know how to choose 'em."

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Mew examined the crowd as he walked inside the bustling pub in quest of Turbo's filthy brunette head. He couldn't help but smile as he poked Ton with his elbow when he finally saw him.

Nodding towards the table where Turbo was practically devoured by an exceptionally attentive red-head, Mew replied, "I guess that answers your question."

As they approached the pair, Ton cleared his throat. "Er, excuse me Turbo, but you have a Thanayut on your face."

They both giggled as they looked up to see Mew and Ton standing over them. With a wide smile on his face, Turbo stood and gave them both a firm handshake. "Suppasit, it's good to see you back."

"It's the same with you," Mew said. "Are you familiar with Ton Srinakluan?"

Turbo nodded. "In passing, although I don't believe we've ever been formally introduced, I'm one of the Thanayuts. It's a pleasure."