Pursued by Apollo

12

Chapter Twelve

In which he’s a golden retriever.

-

[Vien Tzuyu.]

“Vien, wait up!”

My feet stopped in their tracks as soon as I heard Chasen from a distance. Slowly turning to the source of his voice, I was faced with his three other friends. All grinned upon seeing me pause for him, even giving a soft wave to my direction. I simply did the same, not wanting to appear rude.

“It is always best to just ignore them,” Chasen mentioned, slowly putting my hands down as he did. His face moved to his face, slowly expressing a distaste in how I was friendly with the trio.

K shook his head, as if unamused to how Chasen was acting but from his expression, I could see that he had seen this one coming. “He’s that childish. Be warned.”

“Shut up, K.” Chasen mumbled, slowly pushing them away.