Gold was a patient and thoughtful person, like his Omega father, up to a point. But once that limit was crossed, once the vase overflowed, his nerves no longer responded. The porcelain cup he had previously held in his hands had paid the price for his anger. You could make fun of him, he was used to the noises of not very discreet corridors; not take pleasure in humiliating him by inviting him to a dinner party.
"Calm. Calm down, breathe," repeated over and over Lou as she rubbed her hand on his shoulder.
"Well, now we know the limit to his composure," the Lord smirked sadly before looking at the letter. "What is he seriously expecting?"
"Until we go," Kin replied, half slumped in his zaisu. "I have murder cravings, it scares me myself."
"What sincerity. I appreciate."
"In that case, it's not something bad, right?"
"Are you asking me? Is this a joke? You should ask my brother that question again."
