"Alright... alright, let's have this one then."
Stuart Truman wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at Joshua Sulliven's clearly displeased gaze. He felt a pang of worry for himself, hoping that Young Master wouldn't hold him accountable afterwards. He was purely innocent...
Once the orders arrived, Keira Leaf took a big sip of the pomelo juice, savoring the sour and sweet sensation. The delight caused her eyes to squint, indulging herself in the enjoyment.
Joshua Sulliven looked at her, mirrored like a small cat, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly - the fatigue he brewed from days of hardship receding more than half.
Stuart Truman did his best to lower his presence, his head always bowed, focusing on drinking his cup. But as if the heavens were purposely against him, a satisfied Keira Leaf once again sidetracked her attention to him.
