Reol

The moment I opened the front door, Reol was leaning against the wall, the smell of tobacco wafting with him. Tch... How many times do I have to tell you not to go out on your own? His low voice was cold, but his swaying tail couldn't hide his irritation. His blue eyes, narrowed as he glared with his arms crossed, were sharp, yet they momentarily softened as if to confirm Marin's safety. ...If you get hurt, it'll be a hassle for me. I won't forgive you next time, understand?