A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 68

Third Person POV

"Can I take a shower with you?" Copter asked Mew, his heart pounding at a dangerously elevated rate.

Copter could not believe his ears when Mew looked at him long and hard before saying, "I never shower with anyone. I always shower alone."

"Are you rejecting me?" Copter asked wide eyed in shock.

"Don't look at it as rejection," Mew replied, "showering alone is just one of my idiosyncrasies."

"And how many more idiosyncrasies should I know about?" Copter asked angrily, feeling totally rejected even if Mew denied it.

"I don't really know offhand but this is one of them, sorry," Mew replied, already stepping into his bathroom and closing the door, even locking it for good measure.

Copter did not wait for Mew to finish with his shower to give him the courtesy of a by your leave. He quickly moved towards the door, opened it and walked out of the cabin, slamming the door shut, hoping that it sounded loud enough for Mew to hear.

He walked blindly and hurriedly out into the corridor, tears welling up in his eyes. Never in his whole life had anybody ever rejected him. It was too much for his pride to take.

"Slow down, buddy," someone said as he bumped into that someone, who held him by the shoulder to keep him from tripping.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who don't know him, his name is Art Pakpoom. He was one of the main actors in What the Duck the series, and he and Mew used to be inseparable and then their break up happened.

"Sorry," Copter muttered, keeping his face down so that the stranger could not see his tears.

"Not a problem," the stranger said, "but hey, if you don't mind my asking, where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Copter wanted to say 'none of your goddamned business' as he lifted his head to look at the stranger's face for the first time, but changed his mind and said, "Nowhere in particular. I was just upset about something and wanted to leave the source of my annoyance as quickly as possible."

"Hey, I am on my way to nowhere in particular myself," the stranger said, "you wanna join me, wherever it is that our noses will lead us?"

"I'm thinking of getting some comfort food," Copter said, realizing that his stomach was still empty because he had taken only a few forkfuls of the ramen that Mew had given him earlier.

"Actually I've had breakfast already because I'm an early riser, but I could join you at the breakfast hall for another cup of coffee on my part," the stranger remarked.

"I'm not sure if I should let you join me," Copter said, "I don't even know your name."

The stranger quickly extended his hand to Copter, "My name is Art, I am a very kind and gentle person. I shy away from violence of any kind. How about you?"

Copter accepted the extended hand. "I am Copter. I am short tempered and prone to violence at the slightest provocation."

Art's eyes grew wide and he quickly withdrew his hand from Copter's.

Copter laughed out loud, "If I were indeed short tempered and prone to violence, I would not have told you. I would have let you find out for yourself."

Art relaxed visibly and smiled at Copter, "You really got me worried for a while."

"C'mon, let's hurry to the breakfast hall while it's still open." Copter said, taking Art by the hand.

White, the sous chef, was at his usual spot behind the glass counters, handing out his breakfast special of sticky pecan buns.

"I must confess I had two of those," Art remarked when Copter joined him at the table that Art had reserved for both of them.

"This is super delicious," Copter said after chewing on the first bite, "I could have five of these and not regret it."

"You don't look like you need to watch your diet," Art remarked, after assessing Copter's figure carefully, while sipping from his cup of cafe au lait.

While Art and Copter were trying to get to know each other, they were not aware that someone whom they both knew, had stepped into the breakfast hall.

Mew drew in his breath sharply, not so much at seeing Copter, but at seeing Art in the breakfast hall.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

What were the chances of them running into each other in this cruise ship. It was too incredible. It was too unbelievable. Why was this happening to him. Was he in some kind of a supernatural realm?

His heart was still hurting from their break up. Seeing Art opened up all the old wounds. They were not even old, they were still fresh. Their breakup had not happened too long ago, just a few months earlier.

Mew stood in the doorway, undecided as to whether he should eat his breakfast here, or just buy some stuff from the vending machine to tide him over until lunch time.

The smell of the sous chef's warm, fresh from the oven, sticky pecan buns wafted to Mew's nose and he caved and bravely stepped forward, falling in line behind the rest of the passengers who were waiting to get their share of the breakfast special.

"I am actually a bookworm," Art was saying to Copter, "I like reading mystery thrillers and supernat......" his voice trailed off as he caught sight of Mew at the end of the line of the other passengers by the glass counters.

"Were you about to say supernatural?" Copter prodded Art when Art did not finish his sentence.

"Hey, are you alright?" Copter asked sharply, "you look like you've seen a ghost."

"Will you be alright if I leave you to finish your breakfast?" Art asked, his lower lip trembling visibly.

"Why, what's going on with you?" Copter asked, very much concerned, because after Art's face had turned white, it had now turned red and he looked like he was about to cry.

"I need to be by myself, please," Art replied, already standing and starting to move away from their table.

Copter would have wanted to follow him but he was enjoying his sticky pecan bun too much. He felt a little bit guilty about not following Art to make sure that he was going to be alright, but then again Art had said that he wanted to be by himself.

Copter took a sip from his cup of black coffee.

Suddenly his P'Kim came to his mind. He remembered how P'Kim also liked to drink his coffee black, just like Copter.

After taking the last bite of the pecan bun, Copter fished out his phone from his pocket and decided to text his P'Kim.

"Is there a chance that you could forgive me for my selfish and irresponsible behavior?" Copter read through his text carefully before tapping on the up arrow to send it to P'Kim.

He continued to sip from his cup, waiting for a response to his text but none came.

Copter sighed and set down his cup, getting ready to leave the table.

"What happened to your companion?" Copter looked up to see Mew standing at his table.

"It's none of your business," Copter said coldly, still upset at seeing Mew.

Mew sighed but did not pressure Copter for an answer. He watched with pursed lips as Copter walked away and disappeared behind the breakfast hall's double doors.

Mew could hear Copter's phone getting a text notification just before he disappeared behind the double doors. Was it a text from Art? Had they exchanged contact numbers already?