Solaris took the lead.
Her expression was cold as usual.
Her aquamarine eyes showed zero emotion, acting like a frozen wall to hide whatever stress she had carried from last night.
She marched forward, dragging a sleepy Khent by his collar.
She forcefully dropped him into the seat to my left.
Noticing this was proceeding way too fast without any information. I asked the most detached and neutral guy I know.
"Hey Kenth, mind filling me in? Why is everyone so tense?"
"Well, their group was mainly moving because of Finster, but now that he's injured thanks to someone pounding his head like a rice cake, finally everyone attained a will of their own." Kenth shrugged, trying to go back to sleep
Waffel followed closely.
Her large, incredibly voluptuous figure filled out her uniform, but her face was unusually grim.
She crossed her arms under her chest, her brow furrowed.
She looked troubled.
