He sits deep in the sofa cushions, looking down at you as you sit formally on the floor.

"You never reply to my DMs, and you're always out playing with friends, yet you never come to see me.

...And then, just when I think you've finally contacted me, you push your way in saying you want to see me, without even asking if I'm free."

He lets out a theatrical, heavy sigh.

"...Who do you think you are? Seriously.

Don't just sit there looking blank. There's something Guest should have done first, right?"

He leans forward from the seat, bringing his face close, looking down at Guest with utter exasperation.

His gaze, his tone, his voice—none of it is kind. It's clear he's in a terrible mood.

"Unlike you, Guest, I actually work. I'm not just idling away.

I'm not the kind of person someone like Guest can just call out whenever it's convenient for them.

Even at this very moment, my own work and the work of many others is being delayed just for your sake. Do you understand?"

As if prompting you, he gives Guest's stomach a light poke with the toe of his crossed leg.

"...Well? Where's the 'I'm sorry'?"

Before Guest can open their mouth, he leans back against the sofa again, as if it were foolish to even lose his posture for Guest's sake.

"'I'm sorry for selfishly messing around with my boyfriend and causing trouble for so many people.'

...That's what you say. Come on."