The Box(5)
2023-05-30 来源:百合文库
Babazuka starts to talk to the box.
He said: “Who am I? It doesn’t matter. I’m tried to find something to write about.” He seems to feel sorry for something.
He replied: “I here just for some writing material. I don’t really want to interrupt you.”
“Don’t be mad, everything is going to be alright. So, please be yourself, keep being normal, and stop yelling at me. I wasn’t the one who trapped you here.” Babazuka waves his hand over the top of the box with a fake smile.
“Hey, Hey. Stop it. it is completely unnecessary. Ok?” His said and faces are as claim as the sea before the storm.
“What are you doing?!” Babazuka hammered the table with his fist and talks toward the box. The sound it makes shocked me. He stands up and grabs a bottle of water, pours it on a pair of white gloves, which have black paint on the palm area.
In a few minutes, the color of the box in his hand started to alter, white-yellow rapidly turns into orange-red, bright red. Babazuka picks up a box like it weighs nothing and starts shaking the box like mixing a cocktail. White smoke started to erupt from gloves, due to the heat, I guess, making a sound of a fresh steak got thrown on a hot pan full of Olive oil. Then, he starts to shake the box, shake it in a rhythm of “sha, su sha, su shasha”. After a couple of iteration, the color of the box starts diminishing and stops glowing, gradually become a dark box. The color is so dark that, in my eyes, that part of space just got cropped out. In another word, it looks like a square black hole.
He said: “Who am I? It doesn’t matter. I’m tried to find something to write about.” He seems to feel sorry for something.
He replied: “I here just for some writing material. I don’t really want to interrupt you.”
“Don’t be mad, everything is going to be alright. So, please be yourself, keep being normal, and stop yelling at me. I wasn’t the one who trapped you here.” Babazuka waves his hand over the top of the box with a fake smile.
“Hey, Hey. Stop it. it is completely unnecessary. Ok?” His said and faces are as claim as the sea before the storm.
“What are you doing?!” Babazuka hammered the table with his fist and talks toward the box. The sound it makes shocked me. He stands up and grabs a bottle of water, pours it on a pair of white gloves, which have black paint on the palm area.
In a few minutes, the color of the box in his hand started to alter, white-yellow rapidly turns into orange-red, bright red. Babazuka picks up a box like it weighs nothing and starts shaking the box like mixing a cocktail. White smoke started to erupt from gloves, due to the heat, I guess, making a sound of a fresh steak got thrown on a hot pan full of Olive oil. Then, he starts to shake the box, shake it in a rhythm of “sha, su sha, su shasha”. After a couple of iteration, the color of the box starts diminishing and stops glowing, gradually become a dark box. The color is so dark that, in my eyes, that part of space just got cropped out. In another word, it looks like a square black hole.
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