For a long while, Raven just lay there—staring at the ceiling, one hand behind his head, the other lazily tracing circles on the pillow.
The muffled sound of Valeria's embarrassed and rushed footsteps still echoed in his skull like a trauma loop.
He exhaled deeply. "…This day's cursed."
"You're not wrong," Omni said, his voice dripping with amusement. "But hey, bright side—now that you've been publicly humiliated, you can focus on something productive."
Raven side-eyed the tattoo on his hand. "Productive like what? Crying into my pillow?"
"No, boss. Scamming gods."
There was a pause. Then, Raven's lips curled into the faintest, most dangerous smirk imaginable. "…You're right."
Omni hummed like an evil accountant. "Always am."
Raven sat up, rolling his shoulders. The late-afternoon sun coming in from the window cast half his face in shadow, the other half in faint yellow.
His mind was already whirring with ideas.
