There was nothing unusual about the bull's head; the strange part was what was hanging on the horns.
"Do you usually hang socks on this thing?"
Red Falcon pointed at the socks hanging from the bull's horns. He could hardly imagine the kind of bravado Lorenzo must have had to hang them there when taking off his socks. Lorenzo, however, maintained a blank expression and remained silent.
The good news was that he finally found his missing socks; the bad news was that this situation was really not very good, giving him a feeling of being publicly humiliated.
"I say, what are you all here for anyway..."
Lorenzo asked, but no one cared about what he was saying. Red Falcon continued to comment on the interior environment of the office, with a very annoying demeanor.
"This living condition of yours... Are you planning to rot in here?"
