Old Friends, New Times // MS & YR
Myungsoo recycled the last of his packaging paper -- he was finally done unpacking all his things. He pulled down the white surgical mask he had been wearing while cleaning and the dust from the long unoccupied home tickled his nose causing him to sneeze. Damn allergies, he sighed and blew his nose in a tissue. After tossing the tissue into the trash he looked around his newly furnished apartment and admired his work.
Now I can lay down and rela--his eyes fell upon the full trashcan and recycling bin. With an audible groan he leaned down to pick up the trash bag and recycling bin. He pushed his way out the door of his apartment with his arms full of trash and recycling, not caring that his hair was still tied up in a frontal ponytail to keep it out of his face -- a hair style he hadn't sported since his early elementary school days. No one cares anyway, he thought.
Stepping out of the elevator he walked out toward the dumpster carrying the last of his trash and recycling with the white mask still tucked under his chin and a unicorn's horn of hair.
