Making Little Kita Shine Too?
In the breakfast dining room, sunlight streamed through the glass windows onto the table, making the fried eggs on the plates gleam golden. Yet this cozy scene was shrouded in a peculiar heaviness.
Anjing Zhen lowered his head and listlessly poked at the rice in his bowl with his chopsticks, his cheeks still faintly red from that mishap earlier in the morning.
Kitasan Black, seated beside him, was not doing much better.
Holding her bowl in both hands, the usually lively girl took small sips of miso soup. Her long lashes hung low, concealing her emotions, while the slight twitching of her ear tips gave away her discomfort.
Almond Eye was even more exaggerated, practically burying her whole face in her bowl. Her spoon lightly clinked against its sides, as though providing accompaniment to the silence.
By comparison, Daiwa Scarlet was relatively composed.
Still, as she held her teacup, her gaze swept back and forth across the table. Several times, she opened her mouth, wanting to start a conversation—perhaps about the weather or the day's training plans.
But each time, she swallowed the words back down. In the end, she merely sighed softly and continued drinking her tea in silence.
Only Agnes Tachyon seemed completely unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere.
As she nibbled at her sandwich, her inquisitive eyes repeatedly sized Anjing Zhen up and down, a faintly teasing smile even playing on her lips.
This strange silence lasted until breakfast was nearly over. Just as Anjing Zhen picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and was about to suggest clearing the table, Agnes Tachyon suddenly set down her knife and fork with a light clink, breaking the silence in the dining room.
"Just as I thought, this is very interesting—"
Resting her chin