I think for a moment, then decide to give an order that is more funny than embarrassing. "Okay, number 6 has to give the person to their right a wet Willy," I say giggling.
(Please for the love of God say everyone knows what that is xD)
Is this the way I should be around my comrades; shy, quiet, and self-conscious? I thought everything would be different here; I thought I'd be comfortable around them - so much for that.
I sniff meditatively, ripping some toilet paper from the roll to wipe my nose.
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid!""
What's the point of befriending these people, anyway? It's not like they like me; they didn't even bat an eyelash at me running away. Plus, that guy called me a wimp... yet, he did save my life.
I stare at the ceiling, biting my lips. I know what I'll do. I'll keep to myself - never let them in... Anytime I try to make friends, I always screw it up, anyway. I don't need friends.
What I have proposed invigorates me. I stand. I don't need friends, I repeat to myself, like a mantra of a Buddhist. Like a gardener nurtures plants, or a mother supports her young, I will support my blades, and my blades only. I wipe the tears off my face, and begin to march to the training room.
I glance to the side at Aions, who must be three from his reaction. I start to go red too, but I'm too drunk to realise just how embarrassing this is. "Um..."
