Nice to meet you

Claymore was prudently sitting on the bed with an apologetic look on her face.

Cranberry was sitting on the chair by the desk, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.

She was staring daggers at Zombie who was attempting to act like a dumb corpse and continued to stubbornly stare into the distance.

"First of all, now that it's safe, apologize to her."

Cranberry demanded coldly and Zombie flinched.

"...graough...? (...and why should I...?)"

The blue undead turned his head to the side and raised his shoulders defensively.

"Don't you dare groan back at me like that!"

Cranberry scoffed at him and crossed her arms.

"Cranberry... Don't be too harsh on him... It was all on me anywa..."

Claymore joined the conversion with a weak voice.

"No. You are my friend and my guest, this rotten brain had no reason to get all touchy with you in the first place!"

Cranberry interrupted her and shook her head in anger.