(S1) Chapter 42: Emptiness

I feel empty.

I don't want to do anything. I just want to remain on my bed. However, another person reeks in my room. I push myself up and scan my room with my sleepy blurry vision. It's the thief sitting-pretty beside the table while reading a book for mages. Acro is on the table too. Another thing that astonishes me is the pile of gifts beside my bed.

It's not my birthday!

"You're finally awake," Zaeramil said, dropping the book on the table, then sitting on the chair like horseback riding to face me.

"How long have I been asleep?" Hunger must be the reason why I feel empty.

"Only 10 hours, I guess."

"Then how come you say 'finally'?" I sigh and scratch my messy hair.

"Because I'm bored."

"You're bored because you're here. Why are you here?"

He caresses his finger on Acro's breast. "I'm still interested in your owl."

"Traitor..." I cast my eyes upon the gifts again, lift my butt out of the bed, then poke about it. "What are these?"

"A doggo culture," he says, "they gi