Eventually, the rest of the group began to calm down.
Freya and I explained the situation—how it was just harmless joking, a little friendly banter between two idiots who didn't know when to quit. There was no need for anyone to be on guard.
Most of them laughed it off, shaking their heads or smiling awkwardly at our antics. Some even made jokes of their own, easing the tension even further.
But the lover boys?
They weren't as easily convinced.
Their glares persisted, sharp enough to cut through steel. If looks could kill, I'd be a corpse seven times over by now.
I could practically feel the laser beams boring into my skull.
'Persistent little shits,' I thought, rolling my shoulders lazily. 'Annoying.'
Still, I ignored them. No point picking a fight over something so petty.
As promised, Freya formally introduced me to the group.
