Youthful Vibe

Down in the decoy apartment, Maxen sat on the barstool as if it's his throne. He crossed his legs while his left forearm rested on top of the kitchen island countertop. His fingers occasionally drummed as he watched the surgeon stitch Lance Go's manly parts on the spot.

He trained his sight somewhere nice like the view of the sun's orange glow as it got swallowed on the horizon from the floor to ceiling window, but his curiosity won over and he caught himself stealing a peep on the corner where the procedure was ongoing.  

No matter how many times he averted his gaze, his eyes seemed to have a mind of its own, darting back on the surgeon's hands that moved in skill and precision.

Maxen tried his best not to wince every time he gets a peek of the extent of damage on Lance Go, but boy, oh boy, that surgeon deserved a raise after salvaging what his baby butchered.