“Hey guys! I’ve finished cooking and I’m done setting up the table!” he greeted with a full smile and a hearty voice.
It was the only thing he could think of when they stepped into the room, wanting to make any kind of conversation after seeing his friends’ gloomy faces.
“Thank goodness,” Arnold huff, quickly heading for the dining hall.
“What was that about?” He asks when Alexander came close.
The man’s face was dark, brooding, and still had anger in his eyes as he got in. Making him more curious about what happened.
“Not now Rory.” He just waves him off but followed their friend.
“Are you guys in trouble because of me?” He then pokes on Leslee, whose head was hanging while she walked lifelessly inside.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” she says, giving him a good soft tap on the chee
