The moment they stepped out of the portal, Radia spewed out a series of curses, the frustration was apparent in the way he slumped on the couch.
Han Joon looked around, his lips curled slightly as the tip of his fingers swept across a high table holding a flower vase. How nostalgic. It was the room they always used for their rendezvous; the room where they knit their relationship for the first time.
And now, looking at Radia all frustrated, shedding all the calm and cunning persona, brought him to that day again.
Han Joon lowered himself in front of the summoner, who was burying his face in his palms. "Don't sulk," he said teasingly. "We only have twenty-four hours, so I'd rather see your smile."
"Don't treat me like I'm a petulant child!"
they kind of become the main characters of this arc, huh?