Bologue has had enough of Palmer's rejections.
"Well… I'm not wearing any clothes…"
"Huh?"
Bologue was stunned.
Palmer covered himself with the blanket and dragged the pillow back into bed; he's had this sleeping habit since he was young.
His hand stiffly loosened and retracted; Bologue stared at Palmer, while Palmer shamefully looked away.
The two fell into an awkward silence, and a few seconds later, Palmer shouted uncontrollably.
"This is my room, I can do whatever I want!"
Palmer seemed to be trying hard to prove something.
"Mm."
Bologue nodded, expressionless.
"Hurry up," Bologue closed the door, "I'll wait for you a bit."
"No! Bologue!"
Palmer attempted to chase after him, feeling that Bologue might have misunderstood something, but as soon as he tried to move, he realized he was completely unclothed.
"Damn it!" Palmer cursed, "You usually knock on the door!"
"I knocked for a long time; clearly, you were dead drunk."
