"Hey, lovebirds!"
"Had fun on that date?"
"HAHAHAH!"
"Aahahaha."
Luka and Noa laughed out loud in the meeting place of the faction while Albert and I secretly planned their death. No one would know, deep in the night. Our knives will be having passionate fiery affair with their necks before they go euphoric in the embrace of the ground. With some bribes and dashing, no one would suspect us either.
"Look at them, bet they're thinking the same thing."
"I've had enough, Luka. Wait till I tell the princess of Schwarz that you hit on miss Rio during the classes."
Luka immediately got on the ground and prostrated himself.
"I apologize,"
"Scum."
"Shitbag."
Noa and I were in agreement here.
I yawned, leaned back, and brought up the cup of wine to my lips.
