บท 144: Jo’s Here

Poor Mikah has staggered a few steps away from the group, leaning against the wall next to the elevators with one hand. His other hand is resting on his knee, and he is doubled over in hysterical, full-body-trembling laughter. It’s so intense that his eyes are watering, and he’s starting to have difficulty breathing. As funny as everything said out loud was, he is definitely privy to even more additional amusements.

Though, to be fair, everyone else’s hysterics aren’t all that far behind his, in regards to their intensity. That is, apart from Miss Chievous, who is, somehow, still staring at Mark with a serious expression.

The rich baritone of Mark’s laughter stands out from amongst the crowd. Upon Mark noticing how earnestly Miss Chievous is watching him, he lifts up the slit of his dress by a short distance with one hooked finger, revealing a peek of black silk just above his hip.