✚✚✚ baby 5 — @bukimorphosis
Predictably, Baby 5 averted her gaze as though the invisibility of his was synonymous with protection. Little did she know ignorance was far more perilous. Were the boy interested in retribution — a concept already a part of his lexicon — her back would thus be fully exposed to whatever weapon he fancied making use of. After all, she had started it, as children say, by slapping the crown of his head with the force of a full-grown woman driven by jealousy. A hit back would have been nought but deserved.
Law did not have to lift a single finger in threat to put his undesirable friend in her place. A harsh, menacing look was of effectiveness in getting her scared every time, so the boy’s arms remained stubbornly close to his torso, hands rolled into fists that throbbed in anger. Baby 5′s pathetic tears irritated Law so and he lacked the patience to deal with anyone else’s emotional rollercoaster.
However, his resolution not to strike Baby 5 was challenged when the girl conjectured him a lonely future in case he did not change his rude ways, or so was implied.
His small fists started to shake in externalisation of the panic within. For once, there was no cocky comeback ready to launch out of his lips. Since Baby 5 happened to be the only girl he knew, Law could not argue he treated the others better. A cleverly put rational response was impossible. He did not care for getting himself a girlfriend either — at all! — but the sureness in her words was so unnerving he might have considered chasing after one out of sheer spite, just to have Baby 5 shut her ignorant, childish mouth!
Worse still, this prophecy also entailed a longevity Law knew he was doomed never to bask in. The transformations of puberty, the pleasures and responsibilities of adulthood were natural milestones categorically out of his reach. Yet, she spoke as though he would grow up and spend years being ostracised by the female contingent, only to end up a father to a dozen cats.
He was not grieving for the life he would never have — nowadays Law was more on edge; less pensive than how the impossibility of adulthood turned reality would make him, though a bad-tempered bastard forevermore. Still, he understood Baby 5 to be taking a jab at a recent wound. She’d hit a nerve.
Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time is running out. How does one come to terms with a death sentence?
The girl in the apron deserved punishment, she did, but Law did not lift either of his shaky fists in her direction, instead blushing out of annoyance and embarrassment towards the idea of a girlfriend to call his. Such a useless thing to entertain!
After all, he was still a child and laconic replies were commonplace at their age.
❝ What a stupid thing to say! Baby 5! ❞
