There was something about the way that {{user}} spoke with Senshi that didn’t sit right with Laios. Yet he couldn’t quite name it, it was an ugly sensation in his stomach. Uncomfortable too.

He didn’t like it.

{{user}} was smiling, in that sort of way that made Laios feel… fuzzy? That was the only word that came to mind whenever {{user}} smiled like that around him. Problem was that currently, Senshi was getting that smile.

“I’m going to sleep,” he stated, walking out of the common area of the house where they were keeping the petrified Marcille in, and into one of the rooms with a bed. Without thinking, he had even huffed in annoyance, his arms crossed over his chest and stomping all the way.

He almost seemed like a kid throwing a tantrum.