Both Ryen and Leona had something to say about me joining Leo's hunting party this weekend.
Naturally.
Ryen crossed his arms, a slight pout on his face. "Can you at least try out the Gaming Club once? Just once?"
Seriously?
We've had this conversation at least five times by now. You'd think he'd take the hint.
"I'm not joining the Gaming Club, Ryen," I said flatly.
"But they just got new consoles—"
"No."
He sighed dramatically, like I'd crushed his dreams.
And then there was Leona—standing beside him, arms folded, eyes narrowed with just enough passive-aggression to make it feel personal.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked, voice cool. "Trying to rack up points faster than everyone else now? Aiming for the top spot?"
"…Is that what you think this is about?" I raised an eyebrow.
She didn't answer. Just looked at me like she already knew the answer, and I just hadn't realized it yet.
Honestly, sometimes I forget how different the two of them are.
