Frustration and anger choked Dogzi's chest, causing an uncomfort in his heart; what infuriated him was not something else, but the fact that her words actually made sense. Was there anything more infuriating than wanting to argue but finding yourself unable to?
"I think none of us has spare time to waste, so why not clearly state our intentions first? After that, we can decide whether to continue this association or part ways. What do you all think?" she dragged a chair she previously sat in over to the table, sat down, and leaned on the tabletop like she favored that particular chair the most.
