Contium—Him, Him, and Her (2)

He'd really messed up. And not just a little.

Blanc’s violet eyes wandered helplessly through the empty air.

No matter how hard he tried to act nonchalant, cold sweat trickled down his back.

“Ah… I, um, well.”

He tried belatedly to smooth things over, but his tongue simply refused to cooperate.

“….”

As if things weren’t bad enough, neither of them said a word.

A considerable amount of time passed, yet Vieta and Fulcare remained exactly as they had been.

Vieta held a plate, while Fulcare held a tart, and neither even blinked.

Golden syrup dripped from the tart Fulcare was holding...