Bab 1173: Bringing home the jackpot

"Look at her eyes! They're in the shape of the heart!"

"Not just that, but she's glowing in color pink. I can almost see some petals floating around her it makes me sneeze."

Tiger opened and closed his mouth, unable to refute their claims. He rested his hands on his hips, looking at Hera with displeasure. Hera was looking at them, smiling, but it was obvious her mind was somewhere else. She wasn't mentally with them.

"Hera," he called before he reached out to her. But alas, the second his hand crossed her personal space, Hera swiftly grabbed his wrist and skillfully twisted it to his back. "Shit!" 

"Real shit." Primo nodded while Moose blurted out, "She's on auto-pilot."

Hera slowly fluttered her eyes, and the drifting presence in her eyes was replaced with awareness. The corner of her lips curled up, finally noticing Primo and Moose. However, she ignored them as she glanced at Tiger.