Jul 26, 2024
For some reason, this person was staring a hole into the back of his skull. Veoc felt it even if he couldn't see him—the minute pause in breathing and footsteps gave him away.
He reluctantly set down the forkful of something called cake onto his plate, then smoothly stood up from the chic café chair to face the perpetrator. At the sight of pinkish-white hair and silvery-blue pupils, the major general narrowed his eyes and pulled out his BB gun.
"Halt."
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