Things Slowly Changing

There was a bit of a commotion first thing in the morning, but.

Fortunately, thanks to Huey dropping to his knees and apologizing right away, we somehow managed to smooth things over.

And so.

“Master. Were you attacked by a wild animal this morning? What happened to your face? Those scratches look awful….”

We went down to the empty restaurant on the first floor and took a seat at a random table.

Only then did Lucy turn to Huey and ask, evidently curious.

I silently glared at Huey.

“I don’t know about wild animals, but whatever it was sure was vicious. Ow, that stings.”

Looking at the claw marks all over Huey’s face, I had to admit I might have gone a little too far.

Still, the pervert who came after my eggs first thing in the morning was the one at fault...