Un-holy night 1

Isaac, who had been agonizing for a while, took a short sigh and picked up his usual cross bag.

"Where are you going?"

Isaac, who had closed the rattling glass door and locked it with a key, asked bluntly. Felix, who was staring at him, kicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Usually, it's like a wooden stone."

It was a faint remark bordering on talking to myself. Isaac, who did not understand correctly, lowered the shutter to the floor and raised his eyes. Then, with his arms folded, Felix tilted his head at an angle.

"Isn't that too much of a gap? How can a normally blunt person do that on a bed? I didn't have any leftovers.”

The languid whispering voice was too sweet. I feel like I'm melting just by listening. In addition, the skin that his eyes touch is even hot how persistent he is looking. Isaac struggled to turn his eyes and stood up, feeling that he was slowly getting heat from the inside of his body.

"So, where are you going?”

Then asked again with an even more insensitive tone. If I do something wrong, I might get caught up in him.

"Not funny."

“…….”

"I'll know when I get there."

Felix threw a blunt answer to Isaac, who was still blunt. Somehow, the hunch wasn't so good. But there was nothing he could do right now, so he hid the growing tension and walked after him.

It was a relatively quiet afternoon. The weather was amazing, too. On a day like this, you have to go on a picnic, but you have to follow a dangerous man without knowing his destination, let alone a picnic, which is a perfect day. It was time for a gloomy thought.

Felix made a beeline for the sedan parked on the busy side of the road. As Felix approached why Tony and Jack were waiting here today and opened the door silently.

Felix, who stood crooked with one hand holding the open car door and the other hand stuck in his pocket, lifted his chin. With the word "ta". Quite like that, it is also arrogant to say get in the car.