“Now I know which bastard dragged the little pup into this! Why didn’t I think of you first?”
Uncle Pan angrily shouted in his heavy Suphan Buri twang. At the same time, the bastard in question, Artit, had an utterly sheepish smile on his face. The bizarre situation did not end, it only changed its place to occur within the Butterfly shop’s break room. Madame Fon now realized that the matter would not end easily, and in order to not disturb other customers, she let them use this room to solve their problems (although right now she wanted to go home more than anything).
“I… It was not like I was dragging him anywhere, Joke’s dad. He asked me to recommend a card shop, so I told him about this place I always came to.”
“What difference does that make?! None!”