Or something else...
The Hedgehog-headed man didn't know.
He always felt like the other person was hinting at something.
For some reason, a few traces of unease rose in his heart.
His expression grew stiff.
Be careful...
It could be a reminder.
Or it could be... a warning.
"Hey!"
His companions shoved the man's shoulder.
"What are you spacing out for?"
"We've been talking to you this whole time..."
When they looked at the Hedgehog-headed man's face, they found him staring blankly into space.
They immediately grew a little annoyed.
After all, they'd just said quite a few words out of concern for him.
Ahem.
They'd also made fun of him.
Who could blame them, when the Hedgehog-headed man had said something so superstitious...
That he'd run into a ghost...
Wasn't he just asking to be mocked?
"!?"
The Hedgehog-headed man suddenly snapped back to his senses.
Only then did he realize that his back seemed to be wet.
His shirt clung to his back, and the cold air from the air conditioner made him shiver.
"Ah!"
One of the Hedgehog-headed man's companions cried out. "Your nose is bleeding!"
The Hedgehog-headed man instinctively reached up to touch his nose.
It felt sticky.
He pulled his hand back.
There was a smear of crimson on it.
His expression changed.
He hurriedly clamped a hand over his nose.
He really had injured it when he fell just now.
Damn it...
The Hedgehog-headed man cursed furiously to himself.
"Napkins."
His companion hurriedly pulled several tissues from the table beside them and handed them to the Hedgehog-headed man.
"Tip your head back."
His companion reminded him.
"Who said that?"
"You're supposed to tilt your head down when your nose is bleeding."
Someone argued.
"Wouldn't that make even more blood