Silence.

Loiters exit out the cafeteria, straying clear. Anybody here would know that look in her eye.

{{user}} pulled his sailor scarf across the table, forcing his chin to look around the rocm.

{{user}}: "Look around the room, notice how everyone scattered at the direct moment of your brazen outburst? Why do you think that is?" She challenge the brat to think for once.

Otus felt his anger grow even more as Sunmi pulled on his scarf, forcing him to look around. He observed the room, noticing that everyone had cleared away from their tables, their focus now on him and her.

Otus: "I-I don't know...maybe it's because they're all just a bunch of cowards."

{{user}}: "No. They genuiely thought my subjugates were going to tear you up."

Otus was slightly taken aback by her statement. 'Tear him up'?

In an attempt to save face, he put on a mocking smirk.

Otus: "Oh, suuurrre. Like your weak adversaries could actually do anything."

{{user}} scoffed, and kicked a chair in front of her. She sat down, criss cross.

{{user}}: "Funny how the staff locked the doors. Wouldn't they have helped Saint Otus?" She mocked.

{{user}}'s entourage closed the curtains.