Artem's Sweet Chapter 01-02
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Script
Artem's Living Room
Continue to prepare picnic supplies with Artem.
Since picnic food is meant to be simple and convenient, the preparation process is quite easy.
Soon, everything is ready.
Artem goes upstairs while you clean up the kitchen.
When he comes back down, you realize that he has changed out of his sweater into yet another one of his usual suits.
You: Huh?
You: (Did he purposely change into that since we're going out?)
Artem: What's wrong? Do you think it's inappropriate to wear something as formal as a suit on our day off?
You: No...
You'd never thought that you'd ever get to see a bashful look on his face so many times in a day. You purse your lips in an attempt to hold back your smile as you gently take hold of his hand.
You: I think it's very fitting!
You: Right! It's getting late. How about we head out now?
Artem: All right.
He smiles and nods, picking up the picnic basket in one hand, and holding your hand in the other.
Artem: Let's go.
Leave the Neighborhood with Artem and head for the picnic spot.
You: The weather's nice today. It's great for a picnic!
Artem: Yeah. If time allows, we can also go somewhere further for a walk...
Just as you are about to discuss the details of your little picnic, you hear a boy shouting from behind.
???: Hey, you two! Wait up!
The little boy dashed over in such a hurry that he nearly tripped over himself.
Artem quickly holds out a hand to prevent him from falling over.
Artem: Careful!
The little boy clings to the hem of Artem's clothes the moment he regains his footing. Anxiety is written all over his face.
You: Hey there, what's wrong?
???: My parents are gonna disappear!
???: My parents, who love me, they... they... they're gonna disappear!
Saying so, his eyes grow red again.
???: So can you guys stay? Don't agree to my parents' requests, please?
You: (What's he talking about? His parents? Request?)
Unable to make heads or tails of what the little boy is saying, you turn to face Artem.
Artem's frown shows that he's about as clueless as you.
He lowers the picnic basket in his hand, bending down to gently pat the boy's head.
Artem: What's your name? Did something happen? No hurry. Take your time.
???: Uh... My... My name's Juan Fowler.
Juan Fowler: You guys... look like lawyers. Are you not?
Juan Fowler: Can you not accept my parents' request? Don't accept their case...
Artem pauses, seemingly having remembered something.
Artem: Your surname's Fowler, you say? Is your father Octavio Fowler?
Juan Fowler earnestly nods.
Artem: ...
Seeing the look of understanding dawn on Artem's face, you can't help but pat his shoulder and mouth to him.
You: Who's Octavio Fowler...?
Artem: Octavio Fowler's a friend of Celestine's. He came to the firm last week with his wife to consult me about property partition after their divorce.
You: !!!
Artem: You were busy organizing the files for the economic dispute back then, and we burned the midnight oil to sort out the chain of evidence after...
Artem: And I forgot to tell you about this case. Sorry.
You: I see. That's not your fault, since I was really busy during that period.
Juan Fowler: *sob* I know that they went looking for you to discuss their divorce.
Juan Fowler: I don't want them to divorce.
Juan Fowler: Once they do... I'll be an orphan! *sob*
A crowd is starting to gather. Faced with the many gazes of passersby, Juan Fowler grows increasingly upset.
You: (We're getting more and more of an audience. This won't do...)
You: (Let's bring him back for a proper chat.)
With that in mind, you gently tug on Artem's sleeve, signalling that you want to speak with him in private.
While ensuring that the boy is still within your range of sight, you and Artem both move to a corner to talk.
You: Why don't we bring him back to your place and have a proper chat with him...?
You glance at Juan Fowler once more. He sniffles, his eyes still red and puffy.
Following your gaze, Artem sighs.
Artem: I was thinking the same too. It's just a bit of a pity...
You: (It's a pity, but it looks like we'll have to postpone our picnic.)
It's too bad, but there's no better way around this.
You: There's not much we can do about it.
You raise your hand and gently hold onto Artem's own.
You: Come on. We're still going to have lots of time together anyway.
Artem: Sure.
Southeast Stellis Street
Communicate with Juan Fowler and persuade him to go back to Artem's Residence with you.
You: We understand your situation now, Juan.
You: But... the problem you're trying to tell us about sounds a little complicated, so it might take quite some time.
You: How about you come back with me to his home, where you can take your time to slowly tell us everything?
Juan Fowler: Okay, sure!
You: !!!
Artem: ???
You: (Shouldn't children be a little more cautious towards strangers in situations like this?)
You: You're so quick to agree. Aren't you afraid that we're bad guys?
Juan Fowler: Nope. I know that this guy's called Artem, and that he's a really good lawyer! Dad wouldn't have looked for him if he wasn't.
Juan Fowler: You're such a good lawyer, so you must be a good guy. And since you're with him...
Juan Fowler: You're definitely not a bad guy either, right?
Artem: ...
Artem: That's right. We aren't bad guys, but not everyone's like us.
Artem: So you still have to be careful around strangers, all right?
Juan Fowler: Okay, I understand. Thank you, mister.
You: Let's head back then.
