Always knew...

Zombie was sitting on the floor right next to Cranberry's bed, and he was in a foul mood.

"Are you seriously still brooding over my little joke...?"

Cranberry's head popped up from beneath the covers and she asked in disbelief.

"Graough! (No, I'm not!)"

Zombie growled not looking back at her and started tracing circles on the floor with his finger.

"I can see you can't get over it."

Cranberry, nested on the bed, murmured to Zombie's back.

"Graough. (It wasn't funny at all.)"

Zombie responded all sulky.

"Graough! (And as far as we know the story might actually go that way!)"

He really couldn't let go of that.

That's why he was in Cranberry's room in the first place, even though she calmed down and didn't refuse to let go of him.

Now he wanted to stick around her just in case something would happen.

"Are you angry at me...?"