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Waving a quick goodbye to Lyana, Raoul looked at Masud who by now appeared so dejected with his shoulders slumped, shuffling his feet. He seemed to be sulking like a child who had been denied his favourite toy. Raoul's face twisted into a snarl which only caused Masud to lengthen his sulk. Groaning inwards, Raoul, pushed him forward towards the waiting taxi, which he had just managed to flag down.
He asked Masud to give directions to the driver, causing another sigh to escape from his lips and more slumping of shoulders. Raoul never knew that anyone could slump so much; feeling a sudden burst of sympathy, he extended his hand to Masud's shoulder and tapping it gently, told him that things would be okay once his buddies were found and he could sort it out with them.
Masud replied with a mumbled, 'I sure hope you are correct for all our sakes. You have no idea what you are doing and the people you are going to upset.'
Raoul tried to pry some more words out of Masud, but it was as if the effort of speaking those two sentences had drained him of all ability of speech. He lay slumped, his face touching the windowpane, his body willing to escape to another place.
They soon reached the address Masud had told the cab driver. The neighborhood was much better than the one Lyana and Raoul had visited in the morning, trying to locate Masud. It was in the part of the city which was coming up as 'the' place to be living at, with anyone with money willing to buy himself/ herself a place in the higher echelons of the society.
Masud needed some more prodding from Raoul before he started to move or rather muddled his way towards the building. Nearer they were to the building, louder and more was the whimpering sounds escaping Masud. Raoul was afraid that people might think that Masud was in some kind of danger from Raoul and asked Masud to stop with his whining.
The whimpering stopped but the shoulders slumped some more. For a second, Raoul lost his cool, but then he found it comical trying to talk to a person who seemed to have lost of his powers of reasoning. He felt sympathy for Masud, but it was too small in front of the need for Raoul to get to the crux of the matter. He owed it to the story and also to the Museum. More than anything, he knew he had to clear Lyana's name which had been dragged into all the mess due to this stumbling cousin of hers, who seemed to have lost his backbone.
Raoul - 17
Waving a quick goodbye to Lyana, Raoul looked at Masud who by now appeared so dejected with his shoulders slumped, shuffling his feet. He seemed to be sulking like a child who had been denied his favourite toy. Raoul's face twisted into a snarl which only caused Masud to lengthen his sulk. Groaning inwards, Raoul, pushed him forward towards the waiting taxi, which he had just managed to flag down.
He asked Masud to give directions to the driver, causing another sigh to escape from his lips and more slumping of shoulders. Raoul never knew that anyone could slump so much; feeling a sudden burst of sympathy, he extended his hand to Masud's shoulder and tapping it gently, told him that things would be okay once his buddies were found and he could sort it out with them.
Masud replied with a mumbled, 'I sure hope you are correct for all our sakes. You have no idea what you are doing and the people you are going to upset.'
Raoul tried to pry some more words out of Masud, but it was as if the effort of speaking those two sentences had drained him of all ability of speech. He lay slumped, his face touching the windowpane, his body willing to escape to another place.
They soon reached the address Masud had told the cab driver. The neighborhood was much better than the one Lyana and Raoul had visited in the morning, trying to locate Masud. It was in the part of the city which was coming up as 'the' place to be living at, with anyone with money willing to buy himself/ herself a place in the higher echelons of the society.
Masud needed some more prodding from Raoul before he started to move or rather muddled his way towards the building. Nearer they were to the building, louder and more was the whimpering sounds escaping Masud. Raoul was afraid that people might think that Masud was in some kind of danger from Raoul and asked Masud to stop with his whining.
The whimpering stopped but the shoulders slumped some more. For a second, Raoul lost his cool, but then he found it comical trying to talk to a person who seemed to have lost of his powers of reasoning. He felt sympathy for Masud, but it was too small in front of the need for Raoul to get to the crux of the matter. He owed it to the story and also to the Museum. More than anything, he knew he had to clear Lyana's name which had been dragged into all the mess due to this stumbling cousin of hers, who seemed to have lost his backbone.
Raoul - 17
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