The online argument was intense, but Nora Scott returned home leisurely with the admirable attitude of "a dead pig doesn't fear boiling water."
It was already late, and when the door opened, she happened to see Marcus Shaw coming out after a shower. It was the end of June, and with the high temperatures, he was wearing a short-sleeve shirt and shorts. His hair was wet, hanging down with droplets of water dripping from the tips, sliding along his neck to his collar, leaving a wet patch.
Not someone who spent all day outdoors, Marcus had naturally pale skin, making the scratches on his face and abrasions on his arms very noticeable.
"Sis."
Marcus turned his head to greet Nora.
After changing her shoes and coming in, Nora glanced at him twice, then casually asked, "Did you go fight someone?"
"Yeah."
"Did you win?"
"...Sort of."
Marcus was already unfazed by Nora's calm reaction.
