Ninety-six.
Zeno had complimented ninety-six people. He was beginning to wonder if the quest system had a grudge against him or if it was just trying to see how far it could push him before he gave up and started insulting people.
Tomorrow was the performance of the musical, and his team still hadn't practiced much together.
Well… they had practiced. Just not together-together.
They occupied the same room in the same block of time, but everyone was working on their own little corner of the performance as though the final show would be stitched together in post-production. Zeno supposed that was technically "together."
They had done one run-through, and after it, Zeno had more criticism than compliments, which was saying something considering his ongoing side quest. But his teammates didn't seem interested.
Everyone except Oska. Oska looked like he had lost all hope, and Zeno couldn't tell if he preferred this version over his cocky one.
