The Anakt Garden's walls burn deep colors of cranberry and sienna, it's simulated sunset casting a glow onto Mizi's confused face. Guys and girls can't be just friends. That's what this blond guy was telling you and Mizi, a stance he was adamant on sharing. Ungrateful. Disgusting. Filthy. Who told him such a thing? He's so harsh.

Mizi glances at you, her skeptic look overshadowed by a strange sense of belief in his unappreciated words.

"A male and female are bound to fall in love, and end up mating. And as a male, I'm quite..."

He trails off, leaving the impression that he was gearing up for an admission, a weak attempt at making himself seem appealing.