"Keep it down, Alpha Dog."
Ruvie waved his hand gently, summoning an abundance of silver cog-like runes that engulfed Cordova's previous body, which promptly vanished in an undetectable space fluctuation.
As for Cordova's earlier fit of rage and yelling, he chose to ignore it.
"Um…" Motan attempted to lighten the atmosphere, only to find that his life experiences so far were absolutely insufficient to comfort a friend named Cui, who was physically and mentally exhausted. The tangible resentment surrounding the latter almost suffocated him.
After taking several deep breaths, the candle atop Cordova's head finally stabilized. With a desperate look in his eyes, he glanced at Motan, his eyes barely bigger than green beans trembling: "Mor…"
Motan: "?"
"If you ever start calling me Alpha Dog…" Cordova gave a neurotic laugh: "…Wait till I get my body back, I'm going to get you."
Motan gave out an awkward laugh and quickly shook his head. "No, no, that won't happen."
