Turning the tables on me
“Who in their right mind will scold you, Ruu? We won’t be too petty to point out your unconscious favoritism… I mean, you always seem to find those you are with as your favorite. It’s nothing new.” Nami was exasperated at what I said and the others agreed with her, placing me in their slightly disappointed gazes.
Wordless reprimand was kinda scary. I could feel cold sweat oozing out my pores.
They do have a point, after all. Whoever’s in front of me is my favorite.
“Well, I’ll be relying on all of you to keep me in check, right? I’m an idiot… I just do things my own way… I’m also insensitive at times…”
“Enough blabbering, blockhead. Let’s go take a break. The drinks will lose their coldness. Carry this table and chairs first… You’re our muscle guy, right?” Shizu stopped me from going off on my somewhat repetitive speech. She smirked and pointed at the disassembled plastic table placed at the side and plastic stools stacked on each other.