"What about you? What is your name? Age? Class?" Hasya asked.
"Tch," Rasie hissed softly, then fell silent for a moment. She then forced a stiff smile at Hasya. "Ra-Rasie... twenty-seven years old... Hunter... Fire."
Hasya was silent for a moment, sensing something was off.
He then smiled faintly, tilted his head, and boldly touched Rasie's cheek. Her skin felt warm against Hasya's fingertips.
Rasie flinched slightly, her eyes widening in confusion. "Huh? Oi, what are you-"
"Please don't pretend to be someone else, Rasie."
"Be yourself."
"Huh?!" Rasie frowned, her mouth slightly open. Confusion was plastered all over her face. "W-what do you mean?"
"Hmm, how to say this... right now you seem to be pretending to be polite to me. Earlier, when I saw you from above, you were kind of rude and barbaric, you know!" Hasya said while mimicking a punching motion in the air.
Huh? What is this weirdo saying?! I'm not barbaric! Rasie muttered inwardly.
