“…Team Leader. I-it just… won’t come out.”
I barely squeezed out the words, muttering through little sobs.
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“The Secret Honey won’t come out of my body.”I bit my lip, wanting to die. It was my fault for jumping to do something like this, sure, but more than that, I felt myself resenting the person who made me do it.
“Whew. I’m sorry. I asked too much of you. First, please open your door. We need to meet to figure something out.”
“I still have it… in.”
When I said it in a wavering voice, I heard a small “heh,” like a stifled laugh—I couldn’t tell if he was amused or sneering.
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