"And… you wouldn't believe this but…" Seorin muttered.
I stared at her.
"…? What?" I asked slowly. "What am I not going to believe?"
For a second, she didn't answer.
The status window hovering in front of her flickered once— then vanished completely, like it had decided it had already caused enough psychological damage to her.
Seorin stood up.
Not dramatically, actually it looks dramatic if she does it.
But it was… thoughtfully.
She dusted off her clothes, walked toward me, then placed a hand on my shoulder.
"That thing…" she said quietly, eyes drifting down to my finger, "…is useful."
"Just say it normally."
"Shut your mouth." She replied immediately.
I blinked.
"Ok, anyway… usefull?"
"It depends," she cleared her throat.. "Fifty-fifty."
(That's scary.)
She withdraw her hand and crossed her arms on her chest, her expression shifting into something more analytical— the serious Seorin.
