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When Genesis awoke the next morning he had the worst, not to mention first, hangover of his life. His head throbbed, his vision was blurry, his ears were ringing, and he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of what transpired the night before but he was fairly certain that it was Fut’s fault. Speaking of whom.
“Fut.” He groaned rolling off his bed onto the dusty floor, “Fut wake up.” No response came from Fut’s bed so Genesis slowly pulled himself to his feet, careful not to rise too suddenly. “Fut, get your ass out of bed and wake the hell…” Genesis started, only to pause once he saw Fut wasn’t asleep in his bed, “… up.” Genesis quickly glanced around the room and saw a folded piece of paper resting on a table, under a small leather bag. Genesis grabbed the note, unfolded it and read.
Went to take care of some business in the city. Left you some money, use it for supplies to get to Bequing. And don’t forget your lunch, you’re gonna need something in your stomach after last night. Make sure you’re back by sunset, we’re heading out first thing tomorrow.
Fut
Genesis crumbled up the note and tossed it back on the table before he started to feel lightheaded. He quickly moved to sit on the edge of his head and gingerly held his head in his hands. Another half hour would pass before he felt he could stand with out falling on the floor. But as soon as he opened the door to the hall, he doubled over and vomited on the floor.
“I’m not cleaning that up.” The cleaning lady said as she passed his room. He slowly looked up at her, a small bit of bile dribbling from his chin. The woman paused before handing him a bucket of water and a cloth. “You’ll need this.”
Genesis said nothing as he accepted the bucket and cloth. The lady glanced at the mess on the floor, prompting Genesis to stoop down and scrub the floor. Once he finished the cleaning lady took the bucket and cloth back and continued on her shift.
Feeling slightly better, Genesis went outside and began to casually explore the city. Eventually Genesis decided to heed Fut’s advice and bought enough supplies to last them to reach Bequing, which apparently was about a week’s journey on foot. Once his travel bags were bulging with food and tent gear, he turned his attention to his growling stomach.
“Cabbages! Get you’re cabbages here! Best cabbages in the Earth Kingdom!”
Genesis walked over to the cabbage merchant, ready to purchase one of the leafy vegetables, when out of the corner of his eye a movement distracted him. Suddenly a large wagon came speeding past him, careening right towards the merchant.
“Look out!” Genesis called, diving straight at the obvious man. The merchant turned just as Genesis crashed into him, knocking him away moments before the runaway wagon would’ve crushed him along with his cabbage cart.
“Damn it!” the merchant screamed, pulling himself away from Genesis and jumping to his feet. The merchant quickly started to gather up the splintered remains of his cart, all the while muttering under his breath, “Why does this keep happening to me?” and, “If this happens to me one more time, then let my descendant’s be cursed ten fold.”
Genesis was about to say something, but a few more mutterings from the merchant changed his mind. Quickly making himself scarce Genesis turned down an alley and leaned against the wall, and looked to the sky. It was getting close to sunset.
“I should start heading back.” He muttered to himself.
“Back to where exactly?” a familiar voice called from down the alley. Genesis turned to see the familiar silhouette of the last man he wanted to see, Choy.