[What the hell, Joshua? Why is your face so red? What's going on?]
[Are you tired? Joshua, answer me!]
Nine's voice echoed nonstop, and Joshua wanted to beg him to shut up.
But with Nine's kind of mind, it didn't take long for him to jump to the wildest conclusion imaginable.
[That bastard Henry!!!! Aaaaaaahhh—are you serious? Is this for real?! Joshua, that dog's always pretending to be all proper, but look at him now! Out of everyone here, I'm the only decent one!!]
[Damn it! If he's that sensitive, why did he tell you to sit on his lap?! That guy clearly planned this! Men—men are all rotten, Joshua, have you finally realized that yet?!]
Nine ranted on like a broken record.
Joshua couldn't help but mutter, "Then what are you? What am I? Aren't we men too?"
But Nine didn't even pause.
[I'm Nine! And you're a man too, sure, and you're terrible, but now Henry's worse!]
[Damn it, I'm going to kill him!]
It sounded like he was already looking for a weapon.
