Kyle, who spoke in vain, gave up on trying to make me rest on his shoulder. Why did he look so innocent? Something's not right. Did Kyle drink, too? I stood still and stared blankly at Kyle while he slowly gazed at me. I tried to open my eyes wide, but answered with drooping eyes.
“Where are you going?”
“Room.”
***
Wow…
Arriving in the room with a gentle light, Riddel burst into admiration.
“That's a fancy roomy room. The bed looks soft and fluffy, too.”
Chapter end
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