"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!" Serah's voice rang sharp, her eyes burning holes straight into Marcus as she kept her claymore leveled at him.
Marcus, with his axe tilted lazily against his shoulder, blinked in exaggerated confusion. His brows lifted high, and his mouth parted like she'd just accused him of eating babies for breakfast. "Um… princess, I'm honestly lost here," he said, his tone filled with baffled innocence, though the playful tilt at the edge of his lips betrayed his usual comedic flair.
"Really? Are you serious right now?" Serah snapped, her patience fraying. "You're telling me… you actually have no idea how I woke up to find myself COMPLETELY naked?!"
The word naked seemed to slap Marcus across the face harder than any blade could. His eyes went wide, pupils shrinking with an exaggerated horror that made his reaction almost cartoonish. His hands twitched like he wanted to throw the axe and flee.
