Chapter 17: Training Begins
"What are you dawdling there for?"
That sharp tone tore my eyes from Etienne. I looked ahead and found Claude walking to the stairs leading to the entrance of the training dome.
I turned back to Etienne and waved shyly, before following him behind. I could even hear Noir whistling, teasing Etienne about my behavior. Well, I couldn't help but behave differently in front of a possible celestial being.
"That's a guy."
Claude pushed the door open. My brows furrowed.
"What?"
He yanked my arm and threw me inside without warning. Grr. I really wanted to smack that face of his even once. Don't even mention not thanking me for saving his life, which I just remembered now, and he's back to his cranky, arrogant attitude again.
"Etienne is a guy. Do you like men?"
"What the fuck?"
I received a glare. I ignored him. My gaze just flew up to the viewing deck where the team was sitting like they were inside a cafe, sipping their coffees. My eyes met Etienne, but even if I stared for too long, I couldn't find any masculinity in him.
He just waved back and Allen mouthed the word 'Goodluck!'