>>Nena
Luciel should be doing what he was asked.
I hope it riles Quincey enough for him to take action. I hope he does a good job.
I was sitting at the dinner table at Chris’s apartment. He lives independently that’s why we had ordered out and our pizza was going to be here anytime now.
“What do you think?” Chris brought the plates and glasses, “About Luciel?” He placed the things on the table and sat down on the chair in front of me.
“I don’t know,” I had my arms folded, “I just got to know him but,” There was something bothering me, “I feel like there is more to him than he shows.” I looked at Chris, “Get what I mean?”
“You’re saying he’s hiding behind a fool’s mask?” He raised his brows at me.
I nodded, “Yea,” I looked around aimlessly, “But it seems like he’s doing that for no deeper meaning.” I looked back at Chris, “Maybe just for fun?”
“Mmhmm,” He looked at his phone when he received a text, “For now, let’s hope he does a good job.”
