The short-haired boy didn't mind.
He'd been eager to share what he knew with someone.
Nobody had asked before, so he'd just watched the commotion.
No one cared about the backstory.
Now someone had finally asked. Even though they hadn't asked him, the person they'd asked didn't know that.
He seized the opportunity at once.
He'd been bursting to say something, and now he finally could.
"...I think you can probably tell what happened..."
The short-haired boy thought for a moment, then calmly explained what he knew.
"The boy screamed."
We'll stick to the facts here.
Although the boy had bumped into her...
But...
For the boy, it seemed even more frustrating.
Seeing that the boy seemed worse off than me, I hoped he wasn't feeling too bad. I could be a little more magnanimous and apologize to him.
It seemed the girl had bumped into the boy.
"They were both unlucky."
The short-haired girl gestured for the other person to look toward the place by their ears, where the argument could still be heard.
"Mm."
He didn't realize he was in the wrong at all.
It was frustrating to have his skewers knocked away without getting to eat even one.
"...The girl was startled by the boy's scream."
"I don't know who was more unlucky, either."
The skewers in the boy's hand had also been knocked to the ground when the girl bumped into him.
"You might ask, 'Why didn't the boy watch where he was going and avoid the girl?'"
The intermittent, shrill voice by her ear made the girl's head throb.
"It all happened in just a few seconds."
You could piece together what had happened from their argument just now.
For one thing, the boy did look rather disheveled.
"They're still arguing..."