Chapter 47: Monkey
Sosora blinked, but the Gezercher man—Monkey was still there, still smiling.
"Sure..." She said eventually, pushing herself away from the ledge as she sat up. She turned around to look at Monkey and his abode. It was simple.
A bed in one corner of the cave that looked like barely more than a blanket on the ground. A desk. A painting. And two handholds in the ceiling.
"I have a feeling you don't mean that," Monkey said, sitting down cross-legged in front of Sosora, looking intently at her face.
"That feeling is accurate, then. I didn't exactly enjoy climbing that wall in the middle of the night, not when I have important things to do."
Monkey tilted his head.
"Are you sure you didn't like it? Don't you like challenges, Sosora?"
"..." Sosora was about to protest. Of course, she hadn't liked it. But she avoided Monkey's gaze.
He was shorter than her, and he sat there with a relaxed posture. But he had tight muscles covering his body that oozed with strength. Just being near him gave her an oppressive feeling.
It made her not want to lie, whether it be to him or to herself.
"I...would have liked it more if I hadn't been in a rush."