He crossed his arms and glared at the anthropomorph through the glass.
His arms tensed, his muscles coiling as black mamba scales flickered over his skin.
His jaw tightened.
Wooheon bit down on his lip, gnawing at it as he stared at the clock on the wall.
He had been waiting for lunch.
“Lunch.”
The moment the clock struck noon, Wooheon pushed back his chair.
Striding into the interview room, he seized Yueul, who was still chatting away.
“Hah—wait, wait! What’s going on?”
“It’s lunchtime.”
“Ah... Shouldn’t we eat with him?”
“You’re an investigator, not a keeper, Lee Yueul. 694 isn’t your responsibility. His assigned keeper will take care of his meals. Let’s just go eat something good. See you later, 694.”
Wooheon deliberately emphasized the number.
The slow loris blinked its large eyes slowly.
Unconcerned, Wooheon practically dragged Yueul out of the room.
“Hghh—ugh, seriously, my arms are hurting. Slow down. Please.”
