That was how we made our way back here.
To the floating fortress on Wall Street of the male section.
We were directly under the floating fortress. Mangé's left arm was wrapped around Fero's shoulder. A smile was plastered on both their faces as Mangé whispered into Fero's ear.
Riddosh desperately tried to butt his head into their discussion. But Mangé didn't let him; he kept pushing Riddosh's forehead away as he tried to listen.
Riddosh had a mischievous smile on his lips.
Poor guy didn't know they were probably dissing his bald head.
I stood inches away from them. My hands were tucked into the pockets of my coat, and my lips remained widened as my gaze never left their figures.
Then, my lips parted,
"That's enough playing, kids," I uttered, forcing a layer of strictness to coat my undertone. But my voice wasn't strict; instead, it came out warm.
Mangé turned his neck toward me, his grin fading as he narrowed his right green gaze.
