Magical Carpet Ride (3)
Cyrus quickly tried to turn around and jump back to the window, unfortunately, Licht's grip remained firm on his wrist.
"Aww, don't be like that General. I've been practicing my vocals, you know." Licht winked playfully, then cleared his throat, clearly preparing for a performance. Cyrus yanked harder, trying to free his arm, but Licht didn't budge an inch.
"..."
Cyrus's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing at Licht. 'What kind of illness does he have again?'
For someone who was rumored to be ill, his strength was suprising–Cyrus even had to double check if this was a dream or not, for the second time.