Kafka's brow twitched as a chorus of whining voices rose behind him.
That was the last straw.
He slowly turned, still holding Abigail, and glared at the lot of them.
"Hey. What exactly are you all talking about?"
Everyone froze.
"Why are you acting..." He continued, voice rising. "...like I'm some kind of neglectful, cold-hearted brute who's never shown you any love?! As if I just stand around scowling all day while you suffer in silence?"
He looked straight at Nina first, eyes narrowing.
"Let's start with you, Miss Warrior Princess. Remember last month? You were complaining that you couldn't find that dish you loved here, the one with the spicy sauce and lemon herbs?"
Nina blinked, immediately looking guilty, while Kafka crossed his arms.
