Road…
Peter was walking along the road with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing jeans and a gray sweatshirt. He was just a chill guy as he looked from side to side while walking.
The city in this town was already filled with people going about their day. It was just early in the morning, so some people had just started opening their shops. A lot was also trying to have a conversation with one another.
"Hays, why is it so hard to find the people I've been looking for?"
It has been 2 days since he arrived in this town. After leaving the market 2 days ago, he went back to the same road where those tribal men had blocked his car before.
But they weren't there.
He also went back there yesterday, and they weren't there again.
"Those guys must have had a great fortune with my money that they're not blocking any cars in the meantime," Peter sighed as he thought of it.
He was sure that he had been scammed by it! But strange enough, his heart was telling him to look for them for the better…
The better of the market's loss!
Bwahahaha!
But then, he let out a sigh. After all, he gave them quite a large amount that day.
"But when I need them the most, I can't even see them…" He made a slightly annoyed face.
So, without any choice, the only thing he could do was walk around the area and ask people if they had seen those strange tribal men lurking around the streets.
Unfortunately, that plan was not going very smoothly. He had asked a few people here and there, even right now, when he stopped another passerby.
"Excuse me, have you seen a group of men wea—" Before Peter could finish, the man looked up. Then his face suddenly twitched when he saw Peter's face.
"N-No..." He winced slightly before quickly shaking his head. "Sorry," he just apologized, then he hurried away.
"What?" Peter froze at that.
He frowned and tried asking another person again, but the moment the woman saw his face, her expression also stiffened before she awkwardly walked away.
Peter's eye twitched at that.
'These people, what kind of reaction is that? I'm not that ugly!' He protested in his mind.
Peter continued walking down the street for more minutes. He continued to ask a few more people along the way. But the result was always the same.
The moment they looked at his face and his hair, their expressions would stiffen, and they would walk away.
"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath.
For the last hour that was his situation.
"…" He sighed deeply.
Now he wasn't just annoyed. He was also starting to feel slightly offended.
'These people… I'm telling you! I'm not that ugly!' With a grumpy expression on his face, he kept walking until he eventually reached a quieter part of town.
The street ahead looked different from the main town. In this place, there were fewer shops, and houses started to appear. Not many people were passing through here because everyone was out.
"Hm…" When Peter noticed that he was alone, he started walking slowly.
Since no one was around, he suddenly had an idea. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera.
"If everyone keeps reacting like that… let me see what's wrong with my face," he muttered.
He switched to the front camera, and the moment the screen lit up, his eyes widened.
"W-what the…"
There was nothing wrong with his face. But his hair… there was something on it.
Something white.
Something suspiciously… wet.
It was sitting right on top of his thick curly hair.
"No fucking way." Peter cursed out loud.. He leaned closer to the screen, and his face slowly twisted in horror when he confirmed what it was.
"IS THAT BIRD POOP?!" His entire body shivered.
"EW—!" He gagged.
"EWWWW!" He gagged again, almost dropping his phone.
Without thinking twice, Peter immediately ran deep inside the quiet street. He didn't have the pride to go back on the street when he was sure that everyone saw him that way!
When he noticed a small park nearby, his eyes lit up.
"There has to be water there—!" He ran toward the place while still gagging.
"How did I not notice this?!"
He already knew the reason. It was because his hair was thick, bushy, and curly.
"Eww—! EWW!"
He rushed inside the small park and quickly spotted a public faucet at the side. He quickly ran to it, without even looking around his surroundings. When he got close, he bent over and immediately started washing his hair.
Water splashed everywhere as he frantically scrubbed his head.
"Eww… this is so disgusting."
Peter kept scrubbing his hair as if his life depended on it.
"Eww… this is so disgusting," he groaned while rubbing his head again and again under the running water.
He scooped water with both hands and poured it over his curls.
Then he scrubbed again and again and again.
"Why today of all days and why even me?" he muttered miserably.
His body was bent forward awkwardly. He was almost folded in half so he could reach the faucet near the ground. His one knee was slightly bent while one of his hands was holding the tap open. The other one was aggressively cleaning his poor hair.
"Did a bird specifically aim for me or what—" While he was doing all that, a young boy appeared right behind him.
"Hey, Mr."
Peter ignored the boy and kept scrubbing. He didn't even glance in his way.
"Heyyy, Mrrrrr."
'Tsk. This annoying kid.' Peter ignored him another time.
"Mr. Why are you ignoring me? Aren't you the guy who gave us 1k?"
"…"
Peter froze. He completely froze that his hand even stopped scrubbing his hair. The water still continued to flow from the faucet, and his body was still bent in a ridiculous position.
For a few seconds, he kept silent. Then slowly… very slowly… he turned his head sideways to see who was talking behind him.
Standing behind him was a small kid. The kid stared at him with so much familiarity. Then that was when it hit him.
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THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SHOW UP NOW?!