Note: I am sorry that the chapter isn't as long as the other four that preceded the others. There was a lack of ideas and motivation to advance, leading to a block. However, the next chapter will be normal length. And next chapter is something I'm more amped to do than this chapter.

2 August 2024

7:33 A.M EDT

New York City, New York, United States

Meanwhile, passing by the cafe, Jaraslav, Zelislav, and Dvinaslav passed the cafe's windows, the three ignored the situation in the building. Just recognizing the building as another building as part of the skyline. Drahoslav's stuff didn't involve them anyway while Jaraslav took bent walks as Zelislav followed jazzily. Dvinaslav retained standard method of walking, one foot raised and another on the ground, and repeat for each leg while going forward. The wind of the day blowing in the girl's short hair, screwing it up and revealing it's flexibility.

"Is there something you're concocting already, Ja Ja?" Zelislav asked as he bent his head and looked with a smile.

"No!" Jaraslav replied energetically, raising his head up and his head behind his shoulders, smiling.

Zelislav snickered, tailing Dvinaslav from behind as he'd watch her paying attention to their other comrade as opposed to their immediate surroundings. Proceeding his gripping on her shoulders and leaping overhead. Twisting his body mid-air as he stuck his tongue out. Smoothing to a technical roll under her feet.

Because she was wearing shorts, no panties, sadly, "Why do you have to wear shorts instead of a skirt?"

Dvinaslav didn't take it lightly as her face reddened and hands balling, growling, "FUCKING PERVERT!" before making a fisted swing at him.

He slides out of the way as he continued to laugh, finding her embarrassment, laughing, "Ma~de yo~u blush!"

Jaraslav looked around and chuckled at the thought of the matter.

She gave both a death stare and an angry grumble, before throwing their provided money for where the two were going to before walking away.

"Dvina!"

"Your friend ruined it, Jara. See you back at the apartment." she'd exit view from the two.

Zelislav calms himself as he looked at his BFF, "All for a good laugh?"

"Yeah, Zeli Zi, you got her good!" he stares, grinning, his fist open to bump.

Zelislav stares back as he placed his fist with Jaraslav's. His grey eyes livened while Jaraslav's long green and yellow hair fluttered behind him.

"Let's get to work." Jaraslav replied concisely, turning into a certain store, a candy shop for a technician, or a mad inventor.

7:40 A.M EDT

A Hardware Store in New York.

Jaraslav slid past the doors out of triumph, air guitar from both hands in a semi-realistic use of the gesture.

"Here we are! At my favorite place in the world… HARDWARE STORE!" He shouts in song, before making his stand and further walk into the building. Although, as a result, produced a fool of himself.

Others gave him unrequited looks. Although bored out kids apparently liked what just occurred. But the adults, otherwise. Out of it all, Zelislav grappled Jaraslav's hand and dashed to a segment concerning tools.

"ZELI!" cried the seventeen-year-old as he'd struggle to keep his feet on the ground.

Almost spraining it once, he sprang his body again, sets of certain electric tools would've filtrated the two's corneas upon slowing to a halt. Slight sweat droplets profusing his brow and hands while he made.

"Expensive… Expensive… All these tools are expensive, I don't need to create something elaborate for right now," Jaraslav declared, looking at Jaraslav's gray eyes with a neutral look and without giving his twisted look.

"Jara, why didn't you say it earlier?" he said, letting go while preparing for another walk in the hardware region they got themselves in.

Jaraslav swayed his hair behind his ear, "Also, I can find a studio where they'll provide power tools if I need to use them."

"Oh, okay," he said, returning to Jaraslav's side while staking their nextgoing way.

Jaraslav passed under a team of four carrying a bundle of door readying to store above the massive shelves towering all humans. Zelislav followed, although used the moment for a lunge and tackle over his other comrade. Jaraslav chuckling while the two slid across the floor for a few moments.

"I love you too Zeli, but we're gonna be bringing things along with us!" he said while shoving Zelislav to the right weakly before rising to his feet.

Zelislav got up again, motioning a stretch of his arm, "Enjoyed it?"

Jaraslav nods his head as he lets a slight smile through. Passing Zelislav and into another section of the store. Toolboxes and unpowered work instruments propelling Jaraslav's approach. Unchained, unhinged, he spent precious time looking for what he could do in the department of tools. The green and yellow trail from his scalp flowing behind him.

Zelislav struggled in following, his hair bouncing, "Jara, would a simple toolbox work for the present?"

"Still! I want to check my options so I don't have to-"

Zelislav's head suddenly raised, "Idea! We can make money!"

Jaraslav tilts his head and looks at him.

"Make custom toys, sell them for a reasonable price, and figure out how we can do it."

He'd fiddle eight of his fingers while he thought about it, thinking to himself, "It's promising. But I'm not a toy engineer. Would it work better if it isn't fads"

However, he looked up and spoke, "Fads go out of style eventually."

"But, do you see the promise of making electronic gadgets of your own and selling it?" Zelislav pressed, putting his hands on his shoulders.

He'd nod, "I agree with your assessment. But it would require spending time for electrical components and would take work."

"But I know it can work! You've created more complicated things for us to use."

"But they were war instruments," Jaraslav said, speaking with seriousness.

"That doesn't mean you can bring your expertise in multidisciplinary engineering and design to create things for civilians."

"You're right, Zeli! I didn't improve if I say it was impossible. I just need tools, components, and an idea. So I chose this!" he forced a tool kit off the rack and soon sounded his next words, "TO THE CHECKOUT!"

"Chodź Jara, moglibyśmy znaleźć więcej niezbędnych rzeczy tutaj!" Zelislav shouted as he'd run after him.

Jaraslav arrived at one of the ladder steps associates use for stocking. Grasping the ends like a ledge while swaying his body to improve speed. Staring at his left to see Zelislav arriving

Zelislav clenched one of the bars of the step and pushed it forward, going up its steps after crashing into another shelf full of boxed materials.

"Do you want us to get banned on our first visit?" Zelislav asked. "What about that tool kit, are you gonna break it?"

He jumps in the air as Jaraslav attempts his transition. Slamming bodies and grunts begin arriving. Jaraslav having the kit pound his stomach with his face on the ground. Zelislav lands on his back but groaning.

"What a crash…" Zelislav spoke, looking his gaze as straight as possible.

He could detect Jaraslav's grunts when his body collided against the box with force. "What just happened?" he asked himself while sitting on the kit, unable to move too much.

"I'm sorry Jara." he spoke, watching as he hurt in pain. Limping slightly over to the Belarusian and laying his hand on his back.

Zelislav's lungs open exponentially while crazy hair forming on his head from the already cut of hair ready. Pain passing into the less injured Pole, but giving his comrade less of the stimuli and manage to hold him up.

"Are you okay, Zeli?" Jaraslav asked as he noticed him.

"I'm fine, Jara." he replied, getting up with a hand clenched at his abdominal area.

"Let's get this checked out and let's go home."

In agreement, both comrades approach the end of the hallway. Ready to leave their way to the next part of what they're gonna perform.

2:39 P.M EDT

Haizi's Apartment, New York City, United States

After spending several hours. Eating lunch at a restaurant in town, the two playfuls of the group come back. Stanislav vibing on Haizi's laptop and Dvinaslav punching and kicking a training bag while rife with aggression in her system. Hitting the wall whenever her first or foot rammed into it's cushioning.

"You guys starting to get back into your standard mojos?" Zelislav said, tilting his self before back to his business with Jaraslav.

His longer haired friend flung two plastic bags over the table they used for breakfast earlier in the day. Seeing Dvinaslav's slight nod as while pulling his toolkit out of the first bag. Tag torn and unlocked for the first time. Containing essential tools necessary for engaging in his field he had usually undertaken as a comrade during their war. The other bag containing a mesh of microchips, transistors, and other digitaltronics he thought was necessary.

"Zeli! Can you go get some jazz or, American rock music?" Jaraslav said, prepping the first of the empty electronic circuit boards. Minature in appearance, however the first, a prototype for the rest.

Zelislav proceeds to find a tablet with what he was looking for, making the other comrade smile with mad joy. And a result, he'd swivel his head at its rest behind him.

"Who's ready to start our work, I am ready," he said, pulling a plier or two.

Zelislav then began, "We have three concepts for you which concerns our limitations. We can play to the mood fad, using hot new microwave technology in reception and replication of the mood, replacing the temperature based method for mood rings. Second concept, code red!"

"What is this code red concept you propose?" Jaraslav asked, his voice becoming serious and rationally-minded to the situation at hand.

"Using sensory data from several sources, it marginalizes itself in a wristwatch, when a situation unfolds that can generate harm, it flashes red," Zelislav explains.

Jaraslav converges his fingers into a wave of tapping on each other, concluding, "You've convinced me. Let's get to work."

Throughout multiple phases of their work, Haizi briefly observes them while concurrently doing stuff he had to do. Occasionally smirking along the way.

Translations:

Chodź Jara, moglibyśmy znaleźć więcej niezbędnych rzeczy tutaj: Come on Jara, we could find more necessary things here!