After that, a few more days passed. It was the beginning of July.
When Russell got off work and pushed open the door to his home, he heard the sound of the TV.
Being slightly cautious, he tiptoed over and saw a figure that had become overly familiar, casually lying on his sofa as if it were his own home.
Bad Day was holding a bag of opened chips in his hand, with an ice-cold cola nearby, and on the table, there was a just-opened bag of dried plums, only two bites taken.
Next to him was the television that Russell hardly ever turned on in half a month, currently showing a variety show featuring the newly debuted idol group "Cola-flavored Gummy".
The only upside was, at least he wasn't directly stepping on Russell's sofa—
Even though Bad Day hadn't removed his shoes, his feet were about a finger's width away from the sofa. He was standing on thin air, but his back was deeply sunken into the soft cushions.
"Oh, you're back,"
