The dining hall of the Femboy Guild was usually a lively place, filled with chatter, the clinking of teacups, and Ryo aggressively flirting with anyone who made eye contact.
Today, however, the tension at the corner table was thick enough to cut with a broadsword.
Bombom sat stiffly in his chair, aggressively cutting a protein-rich sausage into perfectly symmetrical pieces, his eyes locked dead on his plate.
Directly across from him sat DragonSlayer, fully armored, his eyepatch pulled down so low it almost covered his good eye. He was aggressively stirring a bowl of oatmeal, refusing to look up.
Ryo sat between them, taking a slow sip of his tea, his amber eyes darting back and forth between the two boys. He smirked.
"So," Ryo purred, resting his chin on his hands. "Did you boys sleep well? You both look a little... tense today. Need a massage?"
"I slept perfectly fine," Bombom snapped, shoving a piece of sausage into his mouth.
