"Can you stop with that terrible habit of yours? Gala wasn't even done with her questions and then you would suddenly butt in." The irritated Dajo scolded Majo whose expression was clueless to what Dajo pertains to.
"I don't even know what you're talking about, Dajo! I was just trying to help, Gala." The quite troublesome creature responded defiantly.
Dajo palmed his forehead helplessly as his gaze pierced lazily unto the other creature across him, whose arms were crossed on his chest. "Apparently, you're not helping at all. Let Gala finish her question first, you dimwit!"
"I already told you to stop calling me with that nickname, you dummy!" He complained, a slight frown on his face appeared.
"You just did the same, though." Dajo, whose fire on his body started to erratically flick in all direction, hinting that the creature's patience for Majo has neared the end of its line.
