Korea really is number one at being see-through.
It was obvious what he was thinking. Jioh spoke, bored.
“We didn’t fight, so don’t worry, idiot. You think he’s even my match? I’m not some thug who goes around beating up people weaker than me.”
“W-who said I was worried? I wasn’t! I just… uh, what was it! I thought you might forget the way out!”
“Choi Yacha, what about you. Lemme guess—you’re of the same opinion as White Bird?”
“Huh? Ah, well…”
Choi Dawit hesitated.
He wanted to say something, but it wasn’t easy. He was clumsy—hardly a one- or two-day problem—so Jioh waited quietly.
“In my heart, of course I wanna be with our apprentice. But I’m a Grand Elder here too, and, uh…”
“Why make the obvious so hard? Got it. No need to set me up to get snubbed twice. I’m going.”
“Hey, friend!”
Grip—
Choi Dawit’s hand clutched at her sleeve. The fingertips were reddened as if bitten.
This kid, seriously…
Softening,…