"Why did you slap yourself—"
"It's okay." Zaque laughed nervously and pulled his hand away from his face, a noticeable pink handprint on his pale cheek.
"It's okay? Your cheek is red! How is that okay?!" Coco exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowed in worry as she stared at the handprint on his skin, making Zaque feel guilty for making her worry.
"He said he's fine." Quizen grumbled, straightening his posture as he let go of Coco's body.
There was a hint of annoyance in Quizen's voice and he made it clear by how he shot a glare at Zaque's way, his blue eyes narrowing.
Zaque raised an eyebrow, immediately noticing the displeasure on Quizen's face.
"What's wrong with you?" Zaque asked, leaning on the table and putting his other hand on his hip, returning the intensity of Quizen's glare.
