Luckily no one in the house noticed that Lay and I took a bath together, otherwise Roy would be swelling my balls, or Willfest would be yelling at me, which I'd rather pass on, my head was hurting since the hallucination in the bathroom, I've had 3 in the damn month, although at least they're going down, since I killed that bandit, even in all this time I still see my hands stained in blood.
Curiously Lay pulled me out of my reverie, with a very strange behaviour from her, in my room I had a small hand mirror, and she was looking at herself in it, I think it's too much to say that Lay isn't much of a physical appearance person, although naturally in my eyes she's quite pretty.
-Lay, I don't want to be rude, but since when do you care about your looks?
She looked at me with a cold stare, she was now looking at herself in the mirror again, but trying to see her back.
-It's not that Gran, I don't care about my looks... it's already too long.
