Chapitre 377: A Fog of Mystery

L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS

Insignia

TL’S MUSINGS:

> Little Mia…. tilted her head to a side and mumbled to herself, “Maybe she’s saying that I look adorable?”

Oh, what happy life you must have led if the first thing you thought of is filled with such optimism, confidence, and positive body image!

I would have thought she was saying, "Would you f*cking stop staring at me?" or "Is there spinach on my teeth?" or "I can't sleep if you keep looking at me like that." and "Gosh your nose-hair is coming out." — which had never happened, because my nose-hair falls off before they could grow over my nose’s length.

I have, however, always wanted to say the last line to my Math teacher. The thicket of hair was blowing lightly from his nostrils as the classroom fan spun. When he cracked a smile— or something that emulates that— his nose became flattened and shorter and it looked like the hair had grown longer in seconds. I don’t know how did his wife sleep or even talk to him, watching those black tuft of grasses sliding in and out of his nostril as his mouth moved.

Seriously, Mr. Cheah? Your nose-hair is coming out. Sorry that I never talked about it. I wanted to, but all you ever cared about was math, or “lack of math” in my case... I could never talk to you about anything else!