"No problem," Emi said nonchalantly, waving her hand. "Helping each other out is pretty normal among friends, right?"
Friends...?
Igula's mouth curled into a smirk, "But I'm a criminal, and you're a Blood Frenzy Hunter."
"So what?" Emi tucked her feet under her on the chair, tilting her head at Igula, her tail curling inward, a puzzled look on her face.
"You're a criminal, I'm a Blood Frenzy Hunter, but what does that have to do with us being friends? When we play together, we play gambling games, not the hunter and criminal game..."
"I've never heard of anyone locking their friends in a storeroom and feeding them dog food," Igula said coldly.
"You're a rude bad kid. Isn't it normal to get punished?" Emi declared righteously. "You still haven't admitted your wrongdoing!"
What wrongdoing should I admit? You locked me in a storeroom on the first day!
Unreasonable, incomprehensible.