though, it is unnecessary, i like to walk to class after i do my daily report.

i could be late, but it is worthwhile, seeing hurrying businessmen, elementary students waddling across the crosswalk, and yipping dogs being taken on their morning walk.

i like watching people.

i like to get up early, take the scenic route before heading to the office, and when i enter through the door, i am greeted with warmth.

then, i make my way to the coffee machine—unfortunately, my favorite café is not open this early, so i have to make do.

hmm, perhaps so. i haven’t spoken to any scorpions lately.

until one day, it got loose and was subsequently hit by a car. from then on, it never barked, became docile and obedient, laid down when ordered to.

it was all beaten out of him.

it struck me when i realized denji has the eyes of that dog. it all came into place then.

we all have our roles ingrained into us: scorpions sting, frogs swims, devils kill, and humans… must fall in line with society.

otherwise, well, you might just get stung.

hahaha.

in the frog’s last moments, they cry out, asking why the scorpion would do such a thing.

it is simple. it is in the scorpion’s nature.

fascinating, right?

but the scorpion argues that it would be nonsensical, for if they sting the frog, they will drown too.

the frog acquiesces to that logic.

but it seems they should not have been so trusting; the scorpions stings, the frog is stung, both are at the bottom of the river.

wouldn’t it be funny if we all united in our differences à la the breakfast club? no matter what circumstance and upbringing you had.

it’s hard to imagine.

on the occasion, yes.

it particularly gets overwhelming around valentine’s day.

denji must have been jealous, because he started going on about how i am a “stalker” and to not be fooled by a pretty face.

i think they were bewildered, and the old lady chastised him for his poor etiquette.

i suppose that is game over, right?