Though her body remained bowed in despair, her head lifted up to flash a half-lidded glare at Kyoya, lips puckered in an almost pout-like gesture. Of course she knew firsthand the injustice of life and its distribution of resources. However, ‘How do they act any different exactly?’
Her bitterness remained, muttering unintelligible curses under her breath, until the club’s vice president – and demon lord – spoke up once more. This time, SHOCK threaded her features, providing her enough energy to lift herself upright once more. Ah, but her surprise was short-lived, promptly replaced with a knowing grimace. ❛ Uh… And how exactly have you been keeping track of that? ❜ Dare she ask? ❛ A-Anyway, there’s no way I’d take you up on that, ❜ ‘it’ll just add MORE to what I owe him’, ❛ I’m sure dad ‘nd I can work it out together somehow. Thanks, though. ❜
“This one’s a freebie and one you will not owe me, “ he assured her, his gaze remaining a bit worried as he gazed to her. “Do not forget, the club takes care of it’s own and it’s a host’s job to make certain that young ladies are never unhappy.” a reminder that he did wish to look out for her, even if it sounded.
“I’d just rather not a host end up potentially homeless, so I will make arrangements to pay your rent this month, do you have enough money for food?” he asked, casting her a glance, his eyes were indeed troubled.
“After all, if you were to end up on the streets, how would you pay back what you owe us, this is strictly beneficial for us both.”
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