Aloha people ^^

Yes, it continues today. The snail and I just couldn't contain ourselves ...
There isn't much to say this time. Last time was enough, eh? * lol *
We both dedicate this to dear Yang-Chan, who wrote us the first pick on the story. And I hope that it will stay with us a little longer.

We all really love
Mouse and snail =)

2. Private life and job - always separate!

Meanwhile, Dreamy had completely different problems. She still had to deal with the program "How to proceed with the politically motivated demonstration in Nuevo Laredo" and was not really interested in it. Sure, politics was her business too, because after all, she lived in a country where these politics prevailed, but she wasn’t particularly interested in it and she didn’t have to deal with this topic either. After all, there were more important things. Still ... sometimes she thought it was good when someone showed the politicians what kind of crap they were pounding away ... but it couldn't be dealt with peacefully.She didn't understand the protesters in that respect ... did you have to knock each other's heads in because of that?
But she did not think about this question any more, because her superior was already standing in front of her and looked at her seriously and a little angrily. "Tell me, are you listening to me?" He asked with a rather annoyed tone. "Uh ... but of course!", The redhead lied quickly, because if she had told the truth, it would have been the 2nd lecture that day and she could do without that. The supervisor gave her one more intensive look before he continued with his plan of procedure, good tips and sometimes totally superfluous comments.
After the black-haired rebel was once again annoyed to himself about his boss in his room and again wished he didn't have to let anyone dictate anything, as was far too often the case, he left his room.He knew that there would be no point in sitting around here.
The young man stepped slowly from the base underground without uttering any sound, everything else passed him by again. Quite sour, he trotted through the streets of the city. Given that it was now almost noon, the streets were still quite calm. Somewhere down this street was his apartment, the only sign of independence from his boss. The refuge of all evil. When he entered the little thing, it looked exactly as it had left it a few days ago. The clothes that were in his way were simply run over or kicked aside. It wasn't the first time that there was constant coming and going in this apartment. It wasn't easy at all as a charming, good-looking information gatherer. And often it wasn't men he had with him in this apartment.
After the long speech bubbles from the commander of the special task force for the demonstration, the training hours were finally over.Inés already thought that the talk would never end. It was so amazing how much a man could talk. The commandant had never been hoarse, despite the constant outbursts of anger, also known by the word lecture. Slowly she stepped out of the room as a hand rested on her shoulder and later a whole arm was around her neck in friendship. "Well, little one," she said with a grin. "Well, big one," she smiled at him friendly. For a few days she had not seen the young man behind her. It was a blessing that he was finally back. Dreamy was more of one of those lazy trainees who always needed a friend to go to training interviews for them. "You haven't been there for a long time, Raoul" "Well ... um ... you know" "Acute simulitis, bad illness, I know" A cheeky grin lay on her lips, which was followed by a happy laugh. "Yes, yes, that's the right one," he muttered into his little mustache."You know me" "That's strikingly true ... for far too long" Suddenly the redhead paused and stopped. "How was that?", She spoke artificially excited and at a volume that made some people turned to them. "Well ... stay calm now´" "I'm not even thinking about it!", She yelled on. Raoul's face was getting redder and redder. Not that he was embarrassed, but did she have to put on another theater like this? It has always been like that. The two had known each other really well for almost 15 years. If that wasn't a sandbox friendship, he didn't know what to do next. But they were pretty good friends, even if some members of both families felt that they should form a closer relationship. And yet they were just friends, they didn't want to be any more. Raoul was a good friend of the family and was always there if Inés felt bad or someone came too close to her who had better stay a mile away.Without Raoul she would have fallen hard on the nose a few times more, because his protective hand was always over her.
Dreamy continued to argue before she started laughing again. She just couldn't be mad at him. He was like a big brother to her. She raked himself in with him and walked down the street, grinning happily. "Are you feeling better now?" "I think so ... just had to be, my dear friend." "Well then, that's fine ..." They were just arriving at the bus stop when they saw the taillights of the bus.
Inés sighed while Raoul almost burst into laughter. She poked him once in the side. “That's not funny!” “Oh, I think so,” he laughed. The young woman was about to start walking home again when he dragged her in the other direction behind him. “What's that supposed to mean?” The man rummaged in his jacket pocket for a set of keys, found it and pressed one of the keys so that the lights of a small car turned yellow.Inés looked at her buddy with wide eyes. "How long have you had a car?" "For a good two weeks." "And you didn't tell me? I wanted to choose!" "Next time you can ..." he grinned broadly. "And now sit in. I'll drive you home." "Juchu !!!" she shouted and jumped into the apple-green car. Raoul got in and immediately drove to her house. Finally not walking, the young woman thought.
Javier had meanwhile thrown himself on the couch, a sandwich stuck in his mouth and he zapped bored through the afternoon program. Nothing really interesting came up, but he didn't really care. He still had some time until he had several appointments again in the evening. That was also not a rare occurrence for him, which was probably the reason why he was often quite tired during the day and sometimes slept a bit. That evening there were only 2 appointments and that was a good thing, because the demonstration in Nuevo Laredo was scheduled for the next day.For that he had to be more than fit, because it would have been his job to storm the main political building again ...