"So, squirrel. I see you've been playing with that Jimmy kid."
It was the evening of the next day, and they switched their roles around a bit for the second floor.
Pusha got the bathroom scrub, Roshia got the broomstick, Ashrosaliera got the mop, while Page continued with the rag because he was the tallest and could reach the ceiling.
"Does that concern you?" Ashrosaliera answered coldly, with barely any emotion in her words.
"Watch your tone, you still owe my pig for saving your life in the rift incident, which means you owe me." Roshia placed her broomstick leaning against the emergency room door they're cleaning, waiting for Ash to finish mopping before they move on to the next. "It doesn't, but seeing you worked up over something you can't control is sad and pathetic. It's written all over your face that you're acting sad because of your friend, but you're making it worse by ignoring your other friends."
