"Cough, cough, bastard, what is your problem? Why are you glued behind my ass like a leech and continue giving me trouble? Can't you leave me alone?" Drakthor, after getting out from the wall, in which he made a shallow body-shaped hole, yelled at Myne while holding his collar, ready to beat him to death, which was clear from his eyes, which now turned completely red as if about to shoot a laser ray from them.
"Sorry, it was accidental," Myne apologized quickly while waving his hands. "I didn't expect you were leaning against the door. But why the f*ck were you even leaning against the door, knowing I'd come out of the cell? Do you think I like to smell vomit too much or what?" Myne's initial anger subsided as he realized Drakthor had a point. It was not Drakthor problem that he used his new skill and peeked at his old naked body, which wasn't even his.
