William was flabbergasted.
What a wonderful experience it was, to be confessed to by the person he liked.
An impulse surged like a tide from the soles of his feet to his mind, swirling in his eyes. Right now, William really wanted to hug the smiling Fannila and share his joy with her.
He was about to do just that, rising from his seat with an expectant Fannila watching, he extended his hand to touch her shoulder.
Bang, the wardrobe door flung open completely.
"Fantastic! Little Fannila, you finally mustered the courage to say it!" A figure wearing a weird greenish-metallic bone mask and covered with a moss-like garment squeezed out of the wardrobe.
Heinz curled his tall body in the wardrobe's compartment, a palm stretching forward, as if to grab the person who had emerged from the wardrobe, yet ultimately he did not.
With a hand on his face, Heinz sighed softly.
"Respected Irason, this isn't the time for us to show up."
