Is it a wrong accusation when everytime I blink you’re in the embrace of someone else?

[ Adelis’ gaze narrows. Seriously, he flirted with Otegine 5 seconds ago in front of his salad and he’s saying this rn. ]

And apparently not, if your habits thus far are anything to go by. I’ve little interest in puttering myself about with somebody new on each limb every day, unlike you. I suggest you worry about your own love life.

[ His irritation stems from somewhere in his chest, but he chalks it up to being tired of his woe is me bullshit. ]