"...What are you talking about?" Felix Preston didn't understand a single word.
"Ugh!" Renee Sinclair stomped her foot anxiously. "How am I supposed to explain this to you..."
She tugged at her hair in frustration. "I... I really have no way to explain it clearly. Just remember, the moment you see me acting crazy again, find something and hit me to snap me out of it!"
"Hit me hard! Use all your strength!"
"...No." Felix Preston shook his head, his rejection swift and firm. "I'm not going to hit you. Go ask someone else for this favor."
"I..." Renee Sinclair was beside herself with anxiety, but she had no idea what else she could say to persuade Felix Preston.
Felix Preston pushed up his glasses and unceremoniously shooed her away. "It's getting late. You should hurry back and get some rest. For this kind of favor, you'd be better off asking a girl. It's not appropriate for you to ask me."
"...Got it." Renee Sinclair's spirit instantly deflated.
