"Come out!"
Christopher Moore said to the air, his eyes glancing sideways under the table next to him.
Soon, two heads emerged, one black, one yellow.
The black-haired one wore a pair of scholarly gold-rimmed glasses, quite the picture of a refined scoundrel.
Imagine hiding under the table to eavesdrop.
The yellow-haired one was so bright, his face begged for a punch.
"Did you enjoy listening?"
Robert Southgate, with his black hair, awkwardly adjusted his glasses, a slightly awkward smile flashing across his face.
As for the yellow-haired Liam Moore, awkwardness?
Nah, it's non-existent~
He nodded vigorously and said, "Yes!"
Then, Christopher Moore glanced at the two and continued to ask,
"Was it thrilling?"
Robert Southgate said nothing, eyes on his nose, nose on his heart, I know nothing, I was forced, don't ask me.
The naive yellow-head continued courting trouble, nodding vigorously again, "Thrilling!"
