Down in Little Korea sometime after Monday the 7th.
"Ma'am.. uh.. Sir.. Uh.. Sarah's mentor got her icecream.."
"And I'm giving you a valuable life lesson! When you get a wife, you'll understand. Now keep rubbing and don't worry about getting a little rough." KC couldn't even look away from his magazine as he sat there in an empty spa seat while his little mentee was busy rubbing at the soles of some Yakuza bosses mistress. "She likes it a little rough." KC added on, to which the woman slapped his shoulder while laughing. "What? That's what I heard!"
The kid on the other hand didn't know what they were talking about.
So, "But my hands hurt..." the child went back to complaining.
KC had to take his eyes away from upcoming Rhydin winter fashion trends. Eyes peeking over the magazine and then furrowing some at the brow as he looked to the hard working kid.
"If you keep up the good work I'll get you some WcDonalds."
It was as if angels sang and the hand of God reached down from the heavens to pat the poor kid on his head. WcDonalds! He'd be given WcDonalds! He's never had it before! This seemed to be all the motivation the kid needed to get back to work.
With that out of the way, KC returned to his normally scheduled activities of magazine reading.
"Can you get me WcDonalds too?" The Yakuza mistress said with a fake pout.
"Yeah," KC continued to flip through the magazine. "but only if you give the kid a good tip."
KC rubbed a little at the side of his head then looked back to the now rather hard working kid.
Hard work. When you're young, have no parents, and need to help put dinner on the table for your younger siblings.. there's limits that have to be crossed.
Young. Way too young when I started this.. Before we found the mistress.. When it was trying not to cry when someone five times your size was doing something that they just shouldn't. Not when you're that age.
I wouldn't want to see a kid grow up with that. His hands might hurt, but at least he'll know that there's something more he can do with them instead of ducking into a corner store with a gun to try and get a quick buck.. or worse. Robbing and thievery, that was more Morgan's route, and I'm honestly glad for that.. At least Noona and I took on the other burdens and he never had to.
".. This is the BEST birthday ever!" the boy exclaimed before digging into his Fun-Time-Kids-Meal. With his work done it was only right that they went to WcDonalds as promised.
The sudden exclamation had KC blinking, along with the handful of women from the parlor who decided to tag along.
"It's the kids birthday? Getting this excited over fast food.." The Yakuza bosses mistress said in a whispering tone toward KC, who then scrunched his face some while the other parlor girls muttered among themselves.
"We're leaving," KC decided and suddenly stood. The women were quick to pick up their fries, burgers, and other such things -- all the while the kid looked in a panic. Why were they leaving?! That's the look he had on his face. Was it something he said?
That look would be completely wiped off his face when the entourage exited Ms. Yakuza Bosses Mistress's limo and started to strut toward Buck-e-Cheeses. You know the place, where children can be children or something.
At first the boy didn't know what to make of it. The outside was pretty lack luster.. But when a few of the parlor girls pushed open the doors and a third, who had currently been holding the boys hand, escorted him along? It wasn't long before a look of amazement came over his face at all the lights, bells, and whistles going off from the many arcade machines.
"How much do we got?" KC said as the girls all pooled together. Some started tugging bills from their bras, a few from their clutches, Ms. Yakuza Mistress had the largest wad of them all. They each dropped them in front of the employee in charge of tickets and tokens, who was quick to pour a multitude of little gold coins into a rather large bucket.
"See, kid? Hard work pays off." KC said when handing the bucket over for the boy who looked almost too excited to speak any words. "Now go have some fun."
"I want to play too." - "Me too..!" Came from behind. The girls were currently trying to flirt with the employee for free tokens.
KC shrugged. Oh well. Might as well join in.
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"Ma'am.. uh.. Sir.. Uh.. Sarah's mentor got her icecream.."
"And I'm giving you a valuable life lesson! When you get a wife, you'll understand. Now keep rubbing and don't worry about getting a little rough." KC couldn't even look away from his magazine as he sat there in an empty spa seat while his little mentee was busy rubbing at the soles of some Yakuza bosses mistress. "She likes it a little rough." KC added on, to which the woman slapped his shoulder while laughing. "What? That's what I heard!"
The kid on the other hand didn't know what they were talking about.
So, "But my hands hurt..." the child went back to complaining.
KC had to take his eyes away from upcoming Rhydin winter fashion trends. Eyes peeking over the magazine and then furrowing some at the brow as he looked to the hard working kid.
"If you keep up the good work I'll get you some WcDonalds."
It was as if angels sang and the hand of God reached down from the heavens to pat the poor kid on his head. WcDonalds! He'd be given WcDonalds! He's never had it before! This seemed to be all the motivation the kid needed to get back to work.
With that out of the way, KC returned to his normally scheduled activities of magazine reading.
"Can you get me WcDonalds too?" The Yakuza mistress said with a fake pout.
"Yeah," KC continued to flip through the magazine. "but only if you give the kid a good tip."
KC rubbed a little at the side of his head then looked back to the now rather hard working kid.
Hard work. When you're young, have no parents, and need to help put dinner on the table for your younger siblings.. there's limits that have to be crossed.
Young. Way too young when I started this.. Before we found the mistress.. When it was trying not to cry when someone five times your size was doing something that they just shouldn't. Not when you're that age.
I wouldn't want to see a kid grow up with that. His hands might hurt, but at least he'll know that there's something more he can do with them instead of ducking into a corner store with a gun to try and get a quick buck.. or worse. Robbing and thievery, that was more Morgan's route, and I'm honestly glad for that.. At least Noona and I took on the other burdens and he never had to.
".. This is the BEST birthday ever!" the boy exclaimed before digging into his Fun-Time-Kids-Meal. With his work done it was only right that they went to WcDonalds as promised.
The sudden exclamation had KC blinking, along with the handful of women from the parlor who decided to tag along.
"It's the kids birthday? Getting this excited over fast food.." The Yakuza bosses mistress said in a whispering tone toward KC, who then scrunched his face some while the other parlor girls muttered among themselves.
"We're leaving," KC decided and suddenly stood. The women were quick to pick up their fries, burgers, and other such things -- all the while the kid looked in a panic. Why were they leaving?! That's the look he had on his face. Was it something he said?
That look would be completely wiped off his face when the entourage exited Ms. Yakuza Bosses Mistress's limo and started to strut toward Buck-e-Cheeses. You know the place, where children can be children or something.
At first the boy didn't know what to make of it. The outside was pretty lack luster.. But when a few of the parlor girls pushed open the doors and a third, who had currently been holding the boys hand, escorted him along? It wasn't long before a look of amazement came over his face at all the lights, bells, and whistles going off from the many arcade machines.
"How much do we got?" KC said as the girls all pooled together. Some started tugging bills from their bras, a few from their clutches, Ms. Yakuza Mistress had the largest wad of them all. They each dropped them in front of the employee in charge of tickets and tokens, who was quick to pour a multitude of little gold coins into a rather large bucket.
"See, kid? Hard work pays off." KC said when handing the bucket over for the boy who looked almost too excited to speak any words. "Now go have some fun."
"I want to play too." - "Me too..!" Came from behind. The girls were currently trying to flirt with the employee for free tokens.
KC shrugged. Oh well. Might as well join in.
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