Hearts in Cold Sleep

"As desperate as it seems, I see myself as an introvert."

Those were Yotsuba Yazawa's opening words adhering to the last chapter I wrote for the respective book, Screaming Butterflies.

At the very least, I saw that it was how she wanted for my forlorn talent to settle with. Conformed at the hands of nonsense, and incomplete without the riot.

"Yeah...? You don't seem like one to me."

Dilatory to follow, a spark for an argument presented by Mister Moreno followed─simplistic as a reaction, commonplace and easily the most reactive.

"Isn't it irritating when you're the only one being left out?"

Consciously irritated, Yotsuba bespoke─languidly a curious utterance it seemed for the conversation partner.

Once again, it left Mister Moreno none the word for or against the matter.