"...so you say – but for me, it is still more plausible that this world IS a game and you are simply a character written to break the fourth wall with the player..."
Zoemi and Burushi were seated while facing each other – the black-haired boy took the chair and was sitting next to the desk, while the blond girl was anxiously sitting by the end of her ed, looking as if she was ready to throw herself towards the door at even the slightest suspicious movement form him.
...she also didn't seem to be convinced about everything that Zoemi told her...
...which honestly was just an abridged version of everything that happened to him up until that point
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