Chapter 13: After The Battle
"I know, I’m just too handsome, but you shouldn’t stare so intensively at a sleeping person. It’s kinda creepy."
I cracked one eye open, smirking as I caught Synthia’s stunned expression. My head was comfortably resting on her lap—warm, soft, safe. Her hand had been gently brushing through my hair. The way she jolted and tried to act unaffected made it all the more obvious.
"I-I wasn’t staring," she said quickly, her voice betraying the calm she tried to maintain.
"Right," I said, letting the smirk linger. "You were just admiring my handsome face, right?"
(Host, you need to keep your narcissism in check or it’ll be the end of you one day.)
"You’re just jealous that she gets to touch me and you don’t," I mentally replied.
(Please. If I had a physical form, I’d be running in the opposite direction. That level of narcissism might be contagious.)
I chuckled to myself, which earned me a curious look from Synthia.
"You okay?" she asked, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Yeah," I nodded, sitting up slowly. "Just talking to myself."
She narrowed her eyes. "...You sure you didn’t hit your head too hard?"