"Cough, cough!!" Blanc had barely taken a sip of juice when he choked, coughing repeatedly.
Blanc wiped his mouth without another word, his gaze turning solemn and resolute.
Then he slammed his glass down on the little table in front of him with a bang.
He sprang to his feet and swiftly yanked open the train window. A fierce wind instantly flooded the compartment, whipping his hair into a frenzy.
Without hesitation, Blanc planted a foot on the window frame, gripped the sill with both hands, and leaned forward with all his might-by the look of it, he was about to jump off the train.
"You brat, what are you doing?"
Guild Master Makarov jumped in fright. He had never expected Blanc to react like this.
He lunged forward and wrapped both arms tightly around Blanc's thighs, using every ounce of his strength to haul the embarrassing fool back inside.
"Let go of me! Let me off! This isn't the bus to kindergarten!"
Blanc clung desperately to the window sill, shouting at the top of his lungs into the wind.
"What nonsense are you spouting, brat? Get back in here!!"
The two struggled back and forth inside the compartment, their shouting carrying through the door and alerting a train attendant patrolling the corridor.
When the attendant opened the door and saw Blanc with half his body already out the window, they went pale with horror and rushed over, grabbing his clothes to help pull him back while screaming:
"Sir! Please calm down! Whatever's troubling you, we can sit down and talk it through! You have your whole life ahead of you-please don't take your own life!!"
After a stretch of utter pandemonium, the farce finally ended.
Under the attendant's wary, suspicious gaze, Blanc and Guild Master Makarov stood sheepishly in