Let's go our separate ways

Part 18

"Do you know his name?"

Hanging out after dinner before going back to their respective rooms, Flos asks Rhythm a question without a head or tail. How does he know who she means?

"The escort Knight," because they aren't in line with each other, Flos is forced to elaborate

"Oh," Rhythm has no idea why Flos brings up the escort Knight again, but he responds well, "It's Blue isn't it?"

She is the only 1 who didn't know, huh, "Are his eyes blue in colour?"

"What?" it seems like being idle has dropped Rhythm's thinking ability since he forgets what he said before, about not telling what the escort Knight looks like to Flos, "No, his eyes are green in colour. The grassland's green, you know,"

Flos doesn't know. She still has not seen the escort Knight's face.

"He looks gallant when he wears the armour but when he is not wearing armour, he, with his baby face, makes him looks extremely weak," Rhythm keeps talking without thinking, now turning to lie down on the sofa

"Oh," Flos responds simply, suddenly understanding why Rhythm was always doubting the escort Knight's strength in their journey. Still, baby faced, huh? "Just how old is that escort Knight?"

"2 years older than us," Rhythm has nothing in his mind, but his mouth has a lot of words, "Yet he looks young and seems to be a shy person,"

"He is shy," Flos can agree with this

"He is also not good with girls," Rhythm releases a yawn and closes his eyes, "Because they tend to overreact on his face,"

Flos tilts her head, wondering how to interpret that sentence. Although Flos has always thought she is not curious about the escort Knight, now she is a little curious about what he looks like.

Yet, since the escort Knight is not good with girls, Flos will probably never see his face. He definitely will always cover his face around Flos to avoid an incident where she overreacts. Even though Flos doesn't know whether she will overreact at seeing his face.

But still. Looking at this childhood friend who only eats and sleeps in the past few days, Flos feels a tiny dissatisfaction. After a few minutes of looking at this lazing young man, Flos notices something, "Hey, have you gained weight?"

Rhythm blearily opens his eyes, glancing at Flos's direction without focus, "Huh?" as if asking whether she is talking to him

Flos walks to her childhood friend's side and pinches lightly on his waist, because his shirt rolls up a bit, so Flos can see the fat without a problem. Confirming her deduction, Flos nods sagely to herself, "You are getting fat,"

Rhythm is not too bothered by that, "I will lose weight once the work starts,"

"That's not what I mean," Flos doesn't care whether this childhood friend is fat or slim, what she means is, "You have degenerated,"

At this word, Rhythm is alarmed. Sleep sweeps out of him, Flos swiftly leans back as Rhythm jumps out from the sofa. Rhythm stands unstably, staring at his childhood friend in an expression of pure terror as he shakily speaks, "You- you are not..."

Flos also stands up to look at her childhood friend with a faint smile, "I am going to tell your family about this,"

"Why would you do that?!" Rhythm, although already in his 20th, is still wailing like a brat

"Well," Flos gives a splendid and truthful reason, "After all, they want to know how we live in the Capital, right?"

Rhythm has no retort for that reason, because he also reports to his family how Flos lives in the Capital, actualities without screening.