Everyday Scene

(X is busily hitting the buttons with his eyes glued onto his handphone's screen. Not far away, on the other side of the room, Y is busily socialising with several girls and their laughter can be heard occasionally. X gives a disgruntled look of disapproval there and then.)

(Y comes over to X.)

Y: There you are. What are you doing there, sulking and looking like an overgrown bat? Come have some fun.

X: I am not. It is better for me to stay away from guys who associate closely with girls.

Y: Is that a crime? In fact, I'm just adapting myself. Why, even you are doing that yourself! ( Points at X's handphone.)

X: Oh,no. When you do it in reality it's called flirting. But I'm just chatting. It's quite different; chatting is more decent.

Y: Pui! Who knows what are your contents inside. I bet they're somewhat vulgar. People usually aren't people when they communicate via a screen.

X: (Getting hot.) That might apply to others, but not me. I'm a gentle-guy.

Y: And you're degrading yourself. It's degrading if one often punctuates a girl through her handphone. You'll never know how her face is like on the other line. A ' :) ' could be a ' :( ' .

X: It's not much different in banality. They smile on the outside, but what about the inside? I noticed that they even smiled when you farted just now. And quite a loud and crisp one too.

Y: Ahh. One should be comfortable in all. Come to think of it, they did really smile like flowers upon the sound of the exit of gas.

X: Not to mention entering the nostrils of everyone in the vicinity.

Y: You're disgusting. Look, here comes Z. Gosh, her skirt's really short today! (Body language suggests excitement and anxiety.)

X: (Still not looking away from handphone, typing furiously.) She's forever wearing that. It's getting banal and trite and even boring.

Z: Hi guys. Wassup? Hot day, isn't it?

Y: HI! We're cool. But yes, it sure is hot.

X: The weather's not the only thing that's hot right now.

Z: What?! Are you alluding to something?

Y: (Talked quickly to intercept X.) Oh yes, it's quite obvious. You're looking like the sun today, all hot and blazing and nice. (Z looks pleased and smiled at Y, who is rather flattered.)

X: That's not very polite, Y. Girls don't appreciate being called something round and yellow. It is like being an omelette. (Z looks furious.)

Y: Oh please. That's not funny. You want to be more tactful around girls.

X: You're only tactful when you're tackling. It's rather indecent.

Z: You're forever sick, X. (Covers her nose.) And what's that smell?!

X: (Calmly.) It's nothing. Y has a silencer now. It's him I am sure. But it still is awful. (Moves further.)

Y: (Red-faced.) Hey, it wasn't me! Where you're going Z ?! (Z stalks away.)

X: You should have behaved yourself. Be a gentle-guy before you flirt. Be like me.

Y: Oh, shut up. What nonsense. I'm so down right now.

X: You should feel better. The air stinks so badly now. It indicates your unhealthy diet and bad sleeping habits.

(Y shakes his head, down)

*Part One*