[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

Fogg finds that Pisix is ​​a bit strange recently.

It's been a little since the last time I went out.

He was absent-minded, even while sitting in the study, he turned several pages backwards, and after a while he realized that he hadn't read it at all, and turned forwards again.

...strange.

thought Fugo.

Judging from the past few days of getting along, Pixixi is a very calm person, and seems to be very good at controlling the situation——

What made him feel restless or...surprised?

Who did you meet when you went out?What else?

He put the book back in the bookcase, raised his hand and scratched his head, sighed, and sat down on the sofa again.

He seems to light a cigarette when he's upset, but usually goes to the balcony.Fuge counted the seconds at the door, and as expected, the man stood up after a while, took out the cigarette in his pocket, turned and walked towards the balcony.

Originally, Fugo shouldn't have paid so much attention to him.

He didn't care much about the situation at home, and with his grandmother saying that... he felt that as long as this person achieved his goal, he would leave naturally.But for some reason, Fugo felt that he was a little different from when we first met, so he naturally paid attention.

Where is the difference--

Just the way he looked at him was different.

It's kind of weird.

...he couldn't understand Pisiksi.

Weird isn't he?Why are you looking at yourself like this instead?

"Panacott." He stood on the balcony and said suddenly, "You should be at the door."

"—"

The hairs all over Fuge's body exploded immediately.

The man used to call him "Penny". Although he didn't like this name, he got used to it after a few days. Now he suddenly called him by his full name, which seemed even weirder, and even revealed a malicious meaning..... .Although, from the man's tone, he didn't feel such emotion.

But there was something very strange indeed.

He frowned at the door, holding the door frame with his hands, staring at the man on the balcony.

"If you want to see it, come in and see it. It's a secret." The man turned around and leaned against the iron railing of the balcony behind him. "You followed me out yesterday."

"..."

He sure knows.

Fuge took a step across and stood at the door of the study, but did not enter the room.

The man seemed to have expected it, raised his head and exhaled.

"I won't ask you what you saw." He said, "Come in and sit with me for a while, I'm not in a good mood."

"..."

This is obvious.

If he was in a good mood, the man would have teased him as usual.

But sitting down and chatting, Fugo is actually not willing.

What does a grown man talk to a six-year-old child?What can we talk about?

They are in different age groups, different social classes, and should even have different worldviews, and they have no common topics at all.Usually at this time, what adults want to say at most is the bitterness they poured on children-because children don't understand at all, and they are not their own children, so they can just be used as trash cans without worry.

But Fuge didn't think that Pixixi was a man who would find someone to confide in pain.

"—"

Not sure what happened.

Fugo stood on the spot, maintaining the appearance of opening his mouth——

Why did you open your mouth?

No, Pisiksi disappeared from the balcony...? !

"All right."

A deep voice came from behind.

Fuge froze all over, and forgot to even breathe for a while.The instinct of his body made his whole body tense, and even his eyelids began to twitch.

——The man who just disappeared is now standing behind him.

"Go in." The man seemed unaware of the pressure he caused, and said in a steady tone, "I don't like to say it too many times...you have stood at the door for too long."

"..."

Originally, he should have asked what happened, but what happened in front of him was incomprehensible, and even the smoke from the balcony proved that Pisiksi was standing there just now, but also instinctively, Fugo didn't ask.

He realized that this was not a topic that could be asked.

He approached the room stiffly, sat down on one of the small sofas in front of the desk like a puppet, put his hands on his lap and raised his eyes to stare at Pixixi.

Only now did he realize how terrifying Pixixi was.

...No, it should be said that I already knew it intuitively, and it is precisely because of suspicion that I have always been wary of him.

But the man has been hiding very well. He has a gentle face when he talks to his father, and when he teases him, he looks like a milkman who can make jokes. He didn't show the slightest——

......It can be called a scary expression at the least.

Maybe not now, he just acted a little impatient, and there was no joke in his tone.

But Fuge just felt that... something was wrong.

He didn't deliberately cause him a sense of oppression, but the fact is that just talking like this made him subconsciously start to restrain his breathing.

As if aware of his nervousness, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the kettle on the desk and poured a glass of warm water.

"I thought you were going to yell at me like usual?" Pisiksi pushed the glass to his eyes, "Water."

"...I'm not thirsty."

"I thought you'd pick up the glass, at least it would cover your face." He paused, "You're turning blue, brat."

"..."

If it's so obvious, why bother to say it?

"If you were a little more sophisticated, you wouldn't have had such a hard time." He snorted, "But this is just like you... I have nothing to say."

"Say it as if you know me well." Fugo whispered, "What have you been doing these two days?"

"If you know I won't answer, you don't have to ask."

"...Aren't you the same way?"

The man seemed to find it a little funny, he didn't say anything, he just put the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray.

"The past and the future are a closed loop. Some things are predestined, just like fate." He said something unclear, "If I realized it earlier, things wouldn't have become so troublesome."

"..."

"Panacott," he said, "do you have any friends?"

Questions that don't have to be answered, thought Fugo.

Maybe there is, but strictly speaking there is no.

He always skipped grades, and he would not spend too long with the same group of people, not to mention that the children of the same age around him only thought he was too arrogant and did not want to play with him.Of course, this is two-sided, and he doesn't really want to communicate with them on irrelevant issues, such as whether he can pick up shells at the beach today.

So Fugo shook his head.

"Me neither," said the man.

...of course it is?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fuge felt annoyed that he had been teased.

With his character, for example, he doesn't treat people sincerely, and he is even cautious in dealing with people in the world. Coupled with various other reasons, it is difficult to make friends.

What's more, Fuge felt that...he was not the kind of person who would take the initiative to make friends.

Even if there is, it is just acting with a certain purpose.

however--

"I used to think so, but who knows."

The man added this with a sigh, and there was a complex meaning in his tone that Fugo couldn't understand.

"...I got to know this group of troublemakers earlier than I expected."

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