"I expected better of you," Makita tsked, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched Maximum. He was smoking a pipe again, puffing out smoke into the thin air, the white fog creating a mist as it danced its way to the opened window.
She was in Maximum's home, after realizing what he had done. He had not killed the human.
Maximum ignored her completely, his gaze fixed on the sun pouring in from his window, his thoughts consumed with that human girl and her braided hair.
"Maximum," Makita yelled, as he pretended not to hear her. This was all her fault; if only she had killed the human with her own two hands. But then, Maximum was one of her strongest companions, so she had expected him to do a good job.
"I am talking to you," she added, watching him with a frown.
Maximum leaned back on his sofa chair and sighed, watching her keenly. "Someone else appeared."
