"Men are weird," Riven muttered as he stomped back into the mansion, brushing snow off his sleeves.
"You're a man," Leon shot back instantly.
"I'm not weird like you though," Riven said, throwing him a side-eye. "Who provokes a fight randomly in the morning? It's not even breakfast time yet! What's wrong with you?"
"I needed to let out some pent-up energy," Leon mumbled, almost sulking.
Riven paused, tilting his head. "Pent-up energy? What, like… coffee jitters? You could've just run laps around the courtyard instead of trying to stab Soren in the face!"
Leon puffed his cheeks like a sulky teenager. "It's not coffee jitters…" He looked away dramatically. "It's… Other things."
Riven blinked. "Other things?"
Leon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "I just—! I can't with women anymore, alright?! I've tried! I even imagined! NOTHING happens! NOTHING!"
Riven's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait, wait. You tried… Imagining?!"
