Blaky Sudan is in the retail mall, but his motions are inconspicuous, and he only appears a few times.
"I'm not having a bad day."
Haven Icy extended his hand and poured two glasses of crimson wine, one of which was pushed in front of Blaky Sudan. He declared proudly: "You were able to deceive others, but not me ."
Every time it happens to be a time when Blaky Sudan is in a terrible mood.
"If you don't want to stay, you can depart."
"I guess I shouldn't have asked." Haven Icy lifted his hand,Blaky Sudan, unless he wants to say something else, else no one can inquire.
"Then drink it," Haven Icy replied helplessly, holding out the glass
Blaky Sudan chilly grabbed up the glass, gently swaying it, peering inside the clear red liquid in the rotation, his eyes trembling.
He didn't feel bad, but he was irritable for no apparent reason.
Raise your hand and guzzle down the red wine in your glass, Blaky Sudan.