Abigaille, still smug and pleased with herself, suddenly tilted her head, her expression turning curious.
"But…" she murmured, glancing between Camila and Nina.
The two of them, who had just started mentally preparing themselves to use this newfound information the next time Kafka slipped into one of his terrifying brooding moods, looked back at her in confusion.
"…But why would you wait until he looks scary again?" She asked, genuinely puzzled.
Nina furrowed her brows. "Huh?"
"...I mean. Why don't we just kiss him together now?" Abigaille blinked innocently.
Nina and Camila both froze at the absurd statement they had just heard.
Nina's face immediately began to burn, her mind stumbling over itself. "W-Wait. What do you mean by that?"
Abigaille's lips curled into a small, coy smile. "Well..." She mused, pressing a finger to her cheek. "When I kissed him alone, he snapped out of it real quick."
