Bab 125: Chapter 26

Stepping out of the headache inducing mulit-coloured, soft floored office, I'm left feeling a bit lost, and confused. Why did she ask those questions? She already got the gist from Max didn't she?

Looking back I realize she never answered any of my questions, like what all that scribbling was about. I didn't get to ask many questions anyway but the writing disturbs me.

Heaving a sigh I look up from my feet, expecting to meet the pretty receptionist's bright smile but she's staring at something else, following her gaze I land on Molecool, ever dressed like a boy but this time, there's an actual boy beside her.

The two get off the sofas, setting the magazines aside and start towards me. The boy in question is more of a man, a young man perhaps but a man nonetheless with springs of facial hair sprouting all over his chin and a small mustache on his lip.