"Will this 'apocalypse' state continue indefinitely?" Ash glanced around, "And none of your next steps involve work...so are we just going to disband the Funeral Service Office right here?"
"Now is not about work, but about building relationships through daily interactions," Hanna said. "However, the 'apocalypse' is definitely not an all-time thing, in the underground city, there's only a five-minute quota of apocalypse per hour."
As soon as Hanna finished, Harvey finally 'pff' lit up his cat grass smoke. It seemed like a signal of liberation; Igula instantly relaxed and returned to normal, Banjee closed his notebook, exiting the coding pig mode, and Hanna let go of Ash's hand but still sat next to him.
Only Liss bowed her head and buried it in his arms, adopting an ostrich stance as if afraid to face people.
"How does it feel?" Ash asked.
