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(Back to Si Hon)
Si Hon watched Aeloria drag Mihu away, the girl practically being carried off by sheer force of will and unresolved emotions. For a brief second, he just stood there, eyes following them as they disappeared deeper into the shelves, Aeloria's presence still somehow lingering even after she was gone.
And then—
Smack.
"OOuch!"
The impact landed clean across his back, sharp enough to jolt him forward a step. He turned immediately, half offended, half confused— only to met Seong's glare already locked onto him, her hand raised again like she fully intended to continue.
"Wait— what did I even do?!" He shot back, but he didn't get an answer.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Hey— wait— s-stop!" Si Hon raised his arms, shielding his head as the hits came in quick succession, not wild, not out of control— just very deliberate. Each one landed with enough force to make a point he clearly did not understand.
