Gio really had been planning to go see his admirers anyway.
“Really.”
He truly had.
“……”
“……”
Did he absolutely have to see them?
“…Kkung.”
“The bed is so soft.”
“Kkung, kkung, kkung.”
“Even that tiny beak of yours inflicts excruciating pain on your father.”
“Kkung, kkung, kkung, kkung, kkung….”
“I’m getting up.”
Honey’s wake-up call ultimately forced Gio out of bed.
“Before that, why don’t we eat first?”
“Gururuk!”
Gio successfully lured his son away with food.
‘At this point, I’m starting to feel a sense of crisis.’
It seemed Honey was more concerned about Gio’s honor than Gio himself was.
And Honey was not the only one acting this way. Even Dana, who had never cared about what went on in the world, would come over for no particular reason and give her tail a little swish. Even the teddy bear, who normally spent its time basking in the sunlight, would sidle over, stare at him, and then leave.
‘Why is everyone so desperate to shove me into that party full of social butterflies?’
An introvert, Gio shuddered at the unfairness of his situation. Sometimes a person could like their bed more than other people. He had always been a true introvert who recovered by spending time alone.
At this point, one might wonder, ‘Why is that a party full of social butterflies?’
‘There’s no way the people who gathered just to see one of my paintings, started mingling among themselves,…