"YES!" Polystar yelled, snapping the others from their own worlds.
"What!—What's going on!?" Pencil sat upright, a piece of white paper plastered to one side of his face, with eyes aching to dive back into sleep.
Cynthia, Bloodshine, and Soren sat cross-legged, sorting out papers with lists of documented likes and dislikes, when they heard Polystar's scream.
"What did you find?" Soren hurried to him.
Even Vass, sitting at another corner, making paper cranes dove over.
"What is it? What did you find?" They asked.
~Silence
—expectant gazes on him.
However, he suddenly smirked. "Nothing."
Soren's brows twitched in annoyance.
Vass leapt on Polystar. "You idiot!" Punches rained down on the noble.
Bloodshine sighed.
Pencil simply turned to the pile of papers in one corner, lips slapping as he went back to sleep.
Polystar laughed loudly regardless of the punches.
"You stupid noble. You think I won't burn you?"
