She stared at the male warily and slowly shook her head. That was all she could even think or say to him. What the hell was he thinking in the first place. Why did she even let him into her room? Why did she even decide to stay at the share house instead at the apartment where no one knew where she was hiding. All the questions but that didnât seem to concern her at the moment. It was the man who sat there that concerned her. It was that single questionâ no it was that weird comment that came out of his mouth. Of all the things he couldâve said⌠he  decided to say that. That asshole. What the hell did he even mean by sloth?!
âChance, get yourself together. Donât make me slap you, I swear to godâŚâ
Trailing off, she buried her face into her hands again. Not caring about a single thing in the entire world. She was sleepy from the lack of rest during the past week. It was horrid and she wished this upon no one unless they wanted some sort of death like experience. Maybe that was just a exaggeration but it really did feel like a death like experience. It drained her more than it should, she had absolutely no energy for anythingâ not even getting up to go to the bathroom was an option. It was that bad.
But what made it worse was that Chance decided to make some smart ass comment to her puppy that she had brought over to the share house for the day. He was simply just hanging around her room until he had to go out to do whatever he had to do. Laptop on his lap and her few months old dog was sitting in between her and the male, flickering his ear a few times in response to the words that seem to be exchanged in between the humans. Sloths, of all the things that he could compare her to⌠and not to mention he had the audacity to bring up the fact that she was snoring for the first time in a long while. Like it was his first time hearing her snore.
âJust because Iâm as lazy as a sloth can ever be when Iâm dead tired and almost sick⌠doesnât mean you have the damn right to call me one. And what do you know? They probably do make noises so⌠you shut your mouth.â Wow, how pathetic was that ending of her ending. Who knew she was going to come up with something like that. âDonât even say another word because I might want to kill you when I get my energy backâŚâ Murmuring, Seulgi felt her energy drain more and more as she talked and it was all his fault.
   his eyebrows knitted closely together. heâd held onto her wrist after a few pets on the furball lazing around much like its owner. âstop trying to seduce me,â said chance in a monotone before flashing a grin at the ill-looking femaleâs direction. maybe his grip was a bit too tight, sheâs not the type to admit so. she liked to act tough. not that heâd say she wasnât but he didnât know for sure what she was capable of. the cheeky expression was the only way he could think of getting away with his instinctive action. âdamn... you and your kinks. theyâre always crazy violent.â he continued, letting go of her wrist before winking and letting out a chuckle exuding mischief.Â
   it was just his personality. there was no changing it for anyone. somehow, even though seulgi would often be irritated by his antics, theyâd managed to become close. not so much but enough to say they were comfortable with each other, just like this. it could be because there wasnât a choice, just that theyâre stuck with one another all this time theyâve known each other.
   what a bad move, heâd thought. if she hadnât said anything about her being too tired to do anything about anything he says, he would have stopped right then but it was all the more reason to tease the female. she couldnât do anything about it, right? âyou dum dum,â he ruffles her already disheveled hair fresh from slumber. âwhyâd you tell me that when you know I could use it against you, silly? by then youâd forget i said anything because i always say something.â he shook his head, shoulders lifting at every chuckle he let out. there was truth to that. heâd comment here and there, it was often. he was witty enough to come up with something every couple of minutes. at least, he thinks so.
   and again, another slip. was she really this impulsive now? naive? he didnât remember her this bad. maybe she was that exhausted or maybe he didnât know her all that well. nonetheless, heâd seen her as a little sister. she acted exactly like one. whiny and a bit demanding. hostile to the point of violence. he hadnât seen it firsthand, as in a hands-on fist fight. he didnât wish so, however. being in a cruel environment that condoned all sorts of physical brutality, he could only hope for friends and kin alike to keep out of the dirty streets. âsloths do make noises. you know, cute squeaks. the ones you do when you feel like pulling all those feminine wiles on me. but not so much as those roars when you sleep. thatâs more like a lion. what do you even dream about? damn, youâre wild even in your dreams.â
   with just that, he still wasnât satisfied. he enjoyed poking fun at her. although, he hoped she wouldnât take it personally later on. âalright, miss sloth. do you need me to carry you to the bathroom or something? iâm sure at this point youâre just holding back a piss. if youâre that tired, i can help you out. no need to be shy.â
