The moment we stepped out of the executive office, the tension that had been hanging over the meeting finally broke.
Mostly because Minho couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"You know," he said, shoving both hands into his pockets as we walked down the hallway, "most people visit the Korean Player Association and leave with a registration card."
I glanced at him.
He was grinning.
That was never a good sign.
"You visited and nearly destroyed the building."
"I didn't destroy the building."
"The testing room exploded."
"That wasn't my fault."
"The mana core exploded."
"Still not my fault."
"The entire association thought a raid boss spawned in the lobby."
I frowned.
Suyoung immediately snorted.
Traitor.
"The player grabbed me first."
"That's not the point."
"It is the point."
Minho looked genuinely offended by my logic.
Then again, Minho always looked offended whenever I made sense.
"You know what?" he said. "I'm starting to understand why Zeref is constantly worried."
