The rest of the cafe just sat there, watching him slowly walk back into the kitchen, steam coming from his exposed skin, which left a hint of sweaty aroma in the air.
Yuck… my coffee tastes like seawater now.
"*sigh*... how much?" I called the waiter back just as he left, and soon, I was on my way back to the dorms but encountered the same problem once again.
"Cyrus! Listen to your senior and get that man to come out of here! Tell him to one on one me fair and square! He caught me off, guard!"
Wails of a narcissistic clown…
…
"Uhhhh… Yet again, London Bridge is still being built, slowly but surely. But, next on the news, mana is quickly being explored…."
As the sound of the new device named a "radio" began to slowly diminish into thin air, I looked up from my soft bed and took a glimpse outside my window.
My eyes slowly worked their way to my fingers, where two knives were so tightly grasped in my hands that I couldn't unclench them, no matter how hard I tried.
