"Well, look who stopped training."
Alan turned his head over to Sabrina whilst they were both watching the rank matches.
It was just a bunch of students getting their asses handed to them by the higher-ranking students, but still, there were a few dark horses who managed to win.
"What's wrong in training after losing?"
Alan asked her as he turned his head to the fights again.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"What?"
"Apparently a lot of people fall into depression after fighting Ezra Fornum, I was just worried my bodyguard was depressed."
Alan was silent for a while when he heard her, but then, of course, he had to come up with a retort.
"I wasn't depressed, and I'm so grateful that my employer was worried about me."
"Was that Sarcasm?"
"No shit Sherlock."
"It was bad."
"... I know."
Alan had to admit it, he sucked at coming up with retorts or talking back.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, an explosion stole their attention and they turned toward it.
