Arranging Blake and Carl in the same room with only the two of them is simply absurd.
I definitely don't want to be with these two pansexuals. I don't think he would make improper moves towards an important person of a friend, but arranging them together always gives me all kinds of bad premonitions.
However, in response to my reaction, Carl mutters quietly from behind.
"Am I so untrustworthy?"
Hearing his slightly helpless voice, I can't help but glare at him. Carl himself simply doesn't understand how difficult it is to trust this frivolous man.
"Can I trust you?"
Carl once said that Daniel is a man who acts quickly, but he completely ignores this point about himself.
"I haven't forgotten it."
"What, what is it."
I mutter quietly and frown. Carl shows a hint of timidity.
Carl originally gives people a frivolous impression. When he took me to the BAR Rabbit that he is familiar with, I realized that this good friend of mine is an unreliable man in every sense.
The worst thing is that this man left me in the store by myself and went back. Even if he was drunk, it's too much.
"Generally speaking, a man who takes someone away immediately when he likes them is simply not trustworthy."
I mutter quietly. Carl shows an expression that indicates he's in trouble and leaves from behind me.
That day, Carl seemed to really like someone he met there. He completely forgot about me, kept pestering that person, and took that person away immediately after succeeding.
"I'm really sorry about that time. I'll make it up to you next time."
"If you do this again next time, I'll definitely not play with you anymore. Hurry up and find a partner."
I continue to glare at Carl fiercely. Sweat appears on his forehead. Seeing him with his hands clasped together and his head bowed, I sigh. My mother who has been watching our interaction beside all along tilts her head strangely.
"So, who would be better to go to Ben's room, Blake or Carl?"
"It would be good if Blake goes to Ben's room. Originally it's just the two of them today."
"No, I..."
Hearing my mother's words, Carl looks at Blake, but Blake interrupts them and hurriedly shakes his head. His reaction makes me narrow my eyes involuntarily.
Why does he refuse there? Does it mean that he prefers being alone rather than being with me? I start to feel a bit restless. No, thinking while everything is in a mess will lead my thoughts in a bad direction.
"All right, all right."
Carl gently pats my back with my tightly pursed lips and smiles happily. The Blake in front shows a troubled expression.
"Decide these later."
Hearing his words, I look back at him with dissatisfaction again. He says "All right, all right" again.
Is it only me who doesn't understand the meaning of his ambiguous answer? Thinking like this, I become even more restless. I shouldn't be such an impatient person. Why is my mood so chaotic?
"Ben, you don't understand a man's heart."
Carl mutters to himself quietly. I tilt my head and look at him. Blake shows a wry smile. I don't want the two of them to have a silent conversation over someone else's head.
"Yes, there's still plenty of time. The three of you decide slowly."
My mother says she's going shopping and gives Bella a wink. For my mother who doesn't have a driver's license, Bella is completely her means of transportation.
However, Bella seems to be very clear about her role and answers in a lazy voice. Then when she follows my mother's back and is about to walk out of the living room, she stops and looks back at me.
"Ah, Ben. Take out the quilts. By the way, turn on the dryer too."
"The quilts in the guest room will do, right. I'll take them out."
"I'll leave it to you."
"Got it."
I wave my hand like chasing someone away to make Bella stop nagging. After confirming that the door of the entrance hall is closed, I slowly grab Carl's collar and forcefully drag him to the corner of the living room.
"What are you doing, Ben? What's wrong?"
I suddenly change my expression and approach him. Carl blinks in surprise.
"You didn't talk nonsense to mom and them, did you?"
"Talk nonsense? Ah, about Blake?"
Carl ignores my intention to speak quietly in his ear and answers in a louder voice than usual.
"You idiot, watch your words according to the occasion."
"It's not some secret that needs to be spoken secretly either. I also told Blake just now."
"What did you say!"
Carl shows an impatient expression. I frown and look at Blake behind following Carl's line of sight. I also look at Blake following his line of sight. Blake, who is being watched by the two of us, shows a somewhat uneasy expression.
"Your mother asked me if besides me, do you have any other friends coming to the house. I said that the friend Ben made recently is a quite handsome guy."
"Ha?"
"Then Bella and she got excited."
It turns out that this man is to blame for my mother being so excited. I knock on Carl's head without hesitation. He meddled in things that aren't his business and caused me trouble.
"And, don't touch Blake casually."
"Ah?"
For an instant, Carl widens his eyes at my words and suddenly starts giggling stupidly, and his smile becomes even wider. Seeing his expression, I narrow my eyes. He shrugs and smiles.
"Don't worry, don't worry. That guy is different from Daniel. He's a pure Top. Although he is good-looking, unfortunately even I, a pansexual, have no interest."
"No way."
Carl's words make me tilt my head involuntarily. I don't understand the meaning of the words he said at all. What does being different from Daniel mean?
"... "
I look at Carl in confusion. Suddenly, I hear a small sigh from behind. Looking back, Blake who seems to have overheard our conversation is hanging his head dejectedly.
"Anyway, don't worry. We have no feelings for each other. We could tell just by looking at each other's faces."
"What does this mean?"
Carl's words seem to have a deeper meaning, while Blake is in a low mood for some reason. I don't understand the situation at all. I frown and compare the two of them. Carl puts his hand on my shoulder and smiles.
"It's strange that similar people can sense it immediately."
"You and Blake are worlds apart."
There's simply no comparison.
"That's too much."
I knock on Carl's head mercilessly again. For some reason, Blake, who is covering his forehead and bowing his head, walks away.