Chapter 39: Well, That Was A Waste
Lanz finally spotted them, his three dumbasses of destiny.
Same table as always and the same exact f*cking seating arrangement. Kenji sat front and center, hunched over his usual spaghetti tray, stabbing at the noodles like they owed him money.
Leo was chilling next to him, sipping melon soda like a 90s anime character who knew he was cool. Except for the fact that this guy was not
Hiro sat across from them, double-wielding chip bags.
"Man, I’m so excited for the Tier 1 raid," Kenji blurted between slurps. "I can finally level up properly. Level 7, baby!"
"Right? Bye bye level 5 me," Hiro added, half his sentence muffled by chips.
"Thank god a BB-Rank’s watching over us," Leo said, leaning back with the confidence of a man who thought melon soda counted as hydration.
Then, without warning, Kenji tilted his head just slightly and sighed. "Though... I wish Lanz could come..."
"Yeah..." Leo and Hiro said together, in perfect accidental harmony.
It took a second for that to register.
Lanz, who had been standing behind a vending machine like the nosy little gremlin that he is, felt his heart implode just a little bit.
They loved him. These idiots love this idiot.