ALLEN'S POINT | Completed [English: editing]

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-07:00:00-

That's a Boinkie-Toinkie-Boo kuya!

Charlie's juvenile voice, inside his head, pulled him out in his wide-awake-nightmarish fancy. Was that even possible? To have a nightmare while you are wide awake?

Of course, it is, especially when you're getting nuts, Tito Roberto's voice came inside his head at once as a reply.

"Hey, are you listening?" another voice came. This time it's not in his head; it came from the external surroundings. It was the guy named Jarred who called him out, while the other gamers were laughing at him as they continued their vocal brawl. It pulled Marvin out of his fancy.

"Oh! Hey. Sorry, you talking to me?" Marvin replied.

"Yeah, I was thinking if you play DOTA." Jarred invited him. He drew a curve on his face; a sort of smile that was friendly enough but lacked the assurance that the one wearing it could not break a rib when he was very absorbed in the game.

"Sure!" even though his reply lacked interest he felt excited.

"'Kay, man!"

"Okay, I'll just be on the other side."

Jarred nodded and returned to his seat. Marvin went to the third division of the café.

In that particular side of the café, there are just two of them occupying, three if Marvin would count himself. Marvin directly noticed the guy—probably, 16 years or younger—with a hairstyle that looked like a shark fin divided by the headphone--sitting on the farthest corner. The guy didn't notice his presence or maybe he was just too engrossed by what he was watching to mind him. Marvin involuntarily thought about what the guy was surfing on the net based on his location. It's more likely the site where girls and guys wore nothing but their grins. Marvin knew it without actually seeing the monitor. It is a psychic ability, he would think.

But of course...It's a Boinkie Toinkie Boo! The truth was, he could see himself sitting in that farthest place away from people's attention. It's the usual place in the café where he usually sits and decides to get naughtie—if not hornie—watching Boinkie Boobies and Toinkie Pussies then Play all night till you lose your sight!

The idea made him chuckle like a lunatic. But, when he was a little younger, he did believe in getting blind with too much self-play. Self-play was how he used to refer to masturbation because it was just as taboo as watching porn and talking about sex. Though he did stop doing it a long time ago.

The fourth seat from the shark boy was occupied by another guy who appeared to be some sort of K-POP fanatic based on the way he looked under the dim light. He was wearing those pair of swerved and body-fit jeans while his legs were crossed. It struck him difficult and funny to think of having such a position of legs as it was crammed under the table. He thought of having another mind reading—rather than mind guessing technique but he shoved the idea and looked for a comfortable seat.