After all, he had only used the Machine Armor Race pieces as a feint, intending to directly pull out Tet's hook.
Besides—
It seemed there was nothing else?
In that case, should he ask what everyone else on the team thought?
Like most easygoing people, Russell's gaze fell on March 7th's face. Seeing the girl's slightly bewildered expression, he spoke.
"March 7th, do you have any plans?"
What Was Called a Dark Game (Hands on Hips)
What a great opportunity!!!!
Stelle's eyes sharpened in an instant. As March 7th's best friend, she naturally knew her quite well.
—This girl was probably just far too innocent. If she liked someone a lot, she would likely just want to secretly hug them, then giggle stupidly to herself.
Very naïve, very dumb, very wonderful.
If no one nearby was up to any tricks, there was nothing wrong with being this innocent.
Saying, "Bullshit, only children believe in love," while lying awake all night fantasizing—or rather, imagining—what life would be like if someone truly loved them.
That was practically a staple performance for countless people.
Slowly fooling around, having fun, then becoming tender and affectionate—this was the sort of scene many people longed for but dared not speak of.
Perhaps this was what love looked like at the very beginning.
But while this kind of silly, straightforward affection was nice, it also had its flaws.
For example—
Stelle raised her head and looked toward where the bookshelf had been smashed to pieces. Not long ago, an exceptionally beautiful woman had been moving around there, radiating murderous intent and predatory aggression.
When a green tea bitch had already forcefully cut in and launched a fierce offensive, if you were still standing there giggling foolishly and acting coy, you could hardly blame others for cuckolding you