Both of them were neatly dressed, clearly indicating that they each slept separately last night, and nothing happened.
Old Master Ink glared at Manuel Ink, then at Summer Sutton, seemingly infuriated by them.
"You, you, you!" Trembling as he pointed at the two, Old Master Ink wore a face full of exasperation, "Manuel Ink, you're truly a block of wood that can't be carved!"
"Enough of this fuss, it's time to disperse." Manuel Ink straightened his clothes, walked past him, and headed expressionlessly to his room.
He left quickly, and once the door opened, didn't linger in the room at all.
Old Master Ink's move last night counted as a well-intentioned effort, but he hadn't expected to end up with this result.
He was furious with Manuel Ink, staring at his retreating back for a long time, shaking his sleeves angrily before heading downstairs.
"Honestly, never seen someone so foolish! Locked in a room together, and still nothing happened! I'm so mad!"
