It’s Not Like I Missed Her or Anything

I was happy for all of a moment when Huey suddenly announced he would make chicken, though I had no idea what had gotten into him.

“Already… eaten it all…?”

When I came to my senses, all that remained was an empty table and a miserable pile of chicken bones proving that chicken had once been there, and I despaired.

“Ren. Your wings are covered in grease.”

As I stared regretfully at the empty plates.

That brat Lucy came over grumbling and started wiping my wings.

But then.

“Ugh, grease really doesn’t come off easily.”

The grease only spread farther instead of coming off.

At that, Lucy’s face crumpled, and her grip on my wing gradually tightened...