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“……Gomiin? You said he said he has something on his mind? Bambi does?”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you.”
“Haa, what does that meeean?”
Jioh plopped her chin down onto the bar table.
Her feet swung idly back and forth, and droplets of water dripped from the ends of her still-damp bob in time with the rhythm.
Jin Gyeoul, who had pulled another can of beer from the refrigerator and was drinking it, glanced over and narrowed his eyes.
Honestly.
He yanked down the towel that had been resting over his own head, grabbed Jioh’s head with it, and vigorously scrubbed her hair dry.
“Wh-what the hell?! Aagh! Stop! That hurts!”
“You—a mage—and you still don’t dry your hair, huh? I told you to fix this habit. Cast a drying spell. I’ve been telling you since the days of Seongyakseong—how many times do I have to say it?”
“I said it huuurrts!”
“Oof! W-wait! Where are you hitting me?”
“Yoo’re th’ one! I told yoo it hurrrt!”
“W-wait……! It stings way too much on bare skin. Just…