What on earth has Salvatore succeeded in?
It was rare to see him so excited; even Annan was growing curious.
This guy…
He usually walked around with his head lowered and eyebrows furrowed, always looking like an oversized Gaara with a touch of irritability and chronic sleep deprivation.
No matter what kind of work Salvatore was doing, he always seemed to lack enthusiasm and patience.
But seeing him so impatient and weary-faced, yet still methodically getting the work done... an inexplicable sense of pleasure welled up in Annan's heart.
The corners of his mouth were insanely™ upturned.
No matter how Annan asked, Salvatore remained tight-lipped.
He just urged Annan to hurry up and put some clothes on, and follow him down to the basement to see for himself.
"You don't need to dress too warmly, the basement is quite warm. Don't bother with shoes either, we'll have to take them off when we get down there... Hurry, hurry!"
"…All right, all right."