Thailand X Reader

“Toto,” you said, staring at the immovable gray mass in front of you. “Toto...we should do something.”

In response, the elephant blinked at you and then turned its attention back to the TV screen. You
groaned inwardly, questioning why you even had the appliance in the first place. It wasn't like you even  used the appliance in your spare time, much less the time you were occupied with your several other part time jobs.

“You know Thailand's not going to be happy that you sat on your elephanty ass the entire time I'm supposed to be pet sitting you,” you continued, searching for the remote.

You looked up from under the couch, where you'd been checking, when you heard a crunching sound coming from below the king of lethargic blubber himself.

“Please don't tell me that's what I think it is,” you muttered, pushing Toto off his perch. Sure enough, splintered pieces of gray plastic and machinery jutted out from the soft cushion. Staring at it blankly for a moment, you ran off to your garage to get a plastic bag to dump the pieces into.

Edging past the mounds of junk you had yet to sell at next month's yard sale event, you made your way to the basket buried at the far back of the garage and yanked a plastic bag out, careful not to rip it in two in the process. Managing to make it back to your living room without tripping, you noticed Toto was back on the couch again...and on top of the broken remote.

“Doesn't that hurt?” you asked, rolling him to the other side of the cough.

No reply.

“You were sitting on sharp edges, yet you didn't feel anything?” you said, sending another question out there as you started moving the broken pieces into the bag.

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“You really are fat.”

Nothing.

“And you don't even acknowledge I'm speaking to you,” you groaned, rolling him back into his former position. “How does Thailand put up with you?”

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“Was I even expecting a reply?” you asked, moving off to the kitchen.

You were answered by beautiful silence and the dull murmur of the TV in the background.

“Right.”

Plugging in your rice cooker, you plopped the large container of water drenched rice grains inside and closed the lid, turning the machine on with the push of a button.

“Care to help?” you asked the sluggish mass.

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“That's what I thought,” you said, sticking a day old piece of pizza in the microwave, setting it to 22 seconds.

Thailand had told you that his elephant could eat normal food, so you decided that the heaping mass of rice you were preparing would be adequate to fill the lazy one's stomach. You, on the other hand, were perfectly fine with your slice of pizza. It was enough to make you happy.

When the microwave beeped, announcing that your pizza was warm enough to be eaten normally, you lifted the plate out of the microwave and joined your 'friend' on the couch.

He was watching some sort of cheesy romance show that reminded you exactly why you didn't watch TV.

“You watch this kind of stuff?” you asked Toto.

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Standing up, you munched on the last bit of your pizza and went back to the kitchen to rinse your plate and stick it in your dishwasher.

Racking your mind, you tried to think of something you could do to pass the time. You still had three more hours with the shiftless animal. Pester him with questions he wouldn't answer? Yeah, that sounded good.

Plopping back down on the couch, you turned to face him.

“How did you get your name?”

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“Why are you so lazy?”

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“Is there anything I can do to get you to move?”

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“Can I bribe you with rice?”

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“Hey, why is Thailand's name Thailand?”

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“Why would a mom name their kid after a country anyways?”

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“Are you ever going to reply?”

You actually got a reaction out of the elephant, despite it being an irritated glance your way that clearly said, 'Leave me alone.'

Putting your hands up in surrender, you walked back to your kitchen and wandered around aimlessly, giving your fridge door an occasional glance. The magnetic slab had been layered in countless trinkets and newspaper cut outs dating back to when you first moved into the house five years ago. Job ads were the most common as of late, as you were constantly being hired and laid off and you desperately needed to pay off the mortgage on your relatively small house.

You carried several jobs at once, being unable to completely fill up your schedule. You had pet- and child-sitting being advertised by word of mouth, and somehow you ended up sacrificing your work-free Saturday to spend time with the lifeless gray mound in exchange for a few bucks. Totally worth it.

At least Toto wasn't high maintenance, like some of the kids you'd encountered in the past. He was just...so boring. The least you could ask for was some sign that he was actually alive.

The rice cooker beeped twice, alerting you that it was done, and you popped open the lid, carefully picking up the rice container and flipping it upside down over a plastic kiddie-plate. The cylinder of rice slid out smoothly, retaining its shape even after it fell down. Setting the now-empty container into your sink, you carefully balanced the rice heap and carried it to the living room, setting it in front of Toto before leaving him to eat in peace.

You wandered off into your house to locate your vacuum cleaner. You'd always needed it after letting anyone eat in your living room, and you didn't feel like this time would be an exception.

Boy you were wrong.

When you'd returned to the elephant, there wasn't a single rice grain in sight. Not a speck on the plate. Not a speck on the ground. Not a speck on the couch.  Not a speck anywhere. Shrugging, you pushed the vacuum cleaner back into it's closet of honor, and you picked up the dishwasher-clean plate and scrubbed it in the sink before setting it out to dry.

He wasn't moving, but at least he was neat...or just really hungry.

“How was it?”

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“Why'd I even as that in the first place?”

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You were undoubtedly not getting a reaction of any sort any time soon so you took a seat beside him and ended up falling asleep, leaning on him. Yes, the TV show was that boring.

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You were woken up by a sharp knock being placed on your door. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you noticed that Toto hadn't moved at all, and that darkness had started to fall outside. Stretching, you stood up from the couch and shuffled over to the door, opening it to reveal the gray lump's owner, Thailand.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he said, formality written all over his tone.

“Hi,” you replied, moving to the side to let him in.

“Ana~ Toto, you look like you had a good time!” the man said, when he saw his pet on the couch.

“He likes romances,” you commented.

Thailand gave a small laugh, “He's not picky about what's on TV.”

“Hm...” you replied.

“Anyways,” he said, handing you a check. “Here's your payment, and thank you for everything!”

“Oh, it's no prob—”

“Oh, hey, I know how to pay you back! I'll take you to dinner tomorrow!” he said, interrupting you.

“It's fine, really, you don't need to—”

He cut you off once again, “No, it would be my honor.”

“If you insist...”

“Great!” he said shaking your hand with his spare one, “I'll pick you up at six!”

As he walked out the door, you could have sworn you saw Toto wink at you. Scratching your head, you tried to process what just happened as you wondered back across your house.