Asheals tea.

It happens

Trying out a new format, a comic script. More for acting.

Asheals phones rang, during his curation.

M “My darling! Your-”

Ash is indifferent

A “Eye?”

The voice of the smartphone is more worried.

M “Yeah, you're now even more disabled! Ash! My darling! The money wasn't worth it. Seeing you like this. The compensation from your nanny can't fill this hole. She's a queen of mean!”

Ash flutters, dismissive.

A “Don't worry about it! Mother! Fell right into my lap, can't complain. Got a servant with his body to protect me.”

His mother is the most cynical now.

M “There you go again, just another body. You're willing to give your body, it's always about the physical!”

A “Treating me as a trophy son with my losses already, I figured why not?”

M “Didn't mean it like that, Asheal! You're a walking decaying tragedy I can't bear to look at, the family name can't handle it.”

A “What's done is done Mother, I won't sacrifice myself again. I only did it at such short notice. Ky needed the emergency treatment, i gave it. The connection had to be made!”

Mother slumps onto her seat, dejected. The long term business relationship. With the familal relationship stretched by distance.

M “Okay Asheal, I honour your word. Don't put your neck out, alright?”

A “Sure mother, sure.”

The call ends, Asheal puts it away, so he could enjoy the view of Glitter park once more. Business is tough.