Fenrir sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he stared at the girl munching on a cold sandwich like she owned the place.
Renie met his gaze without shame, casually swinging her legs as if she hadn't just broken into a ranker's home uninvited.
Her oversized hoodie hung loosely off her small frame, and there were crumbs sticking to her cheek.
"I thought I told you not to bother me."
Fenrir muttered, lowering the weapon in his hand—a short spear he hadn't even remembered storing.
"You didn't say that. You just walked past me and slammed the door in my face. Very different thing."
Renie replied through a mouthful.
Fenrir exhaled again, this time more out of resignation than frustration.
"You broke into my house."
"I walked in. Door was unlocked. That's your fault, not mine. Also, you're out of mustard."
She paused, holding up the half-eaten sandwich.
He stared at her for a long moment.
"Why are you here?"
