Angeal had went out of the mansion. The brothers, Devin and Levin, followed her as they both walked down the hill, engaging in a conversation.
"So, what's up with you lately, Angeal?"
When Levin asked her a question, Angeal couldn't help but laugh. Even the brothers found it weird for her to be laughing when both of them knew that no one meant to be funny.
What could she be laughing about?
"Why are you laughing?" Levin asked, Angeal, shaking her head to stifle her laughter before she answered his question.
"I'm sorry," she said, "It's just that you were quite formal before and now you know how to speak our way," Angeal added, Levin, feeling a bit awkward.
He scratched the back of his head, Angeal, continuing to laugh as the three of them walked down the hill together.
"Of course, we are staying here. We can adapt how people talk. It's like the theory of language acquisition."
