Luna stepped onto the staircase, pondering how to broach the subject of bodily conditioning with Zeke Veridian.
Don't be fooled by Zeke's venomous tongue; at his core, he's a hopeless tsundere—loaded with self-respect and obsessed with saving face.
If he caught wind of her real intentions, storming off with a black face would be the least of it.
She'd likely face a barrage of biting remarks.
Thinking about this, she reached the second floor.
Zeke's room was at the far east end of the second floor, door half-closed.
She stood outside, taking a deep breath, quietly cheering herself on: Relax, just 'conditioning the body, boosting vitality'—plenty reasonable and natural. Face saved, dignity intact. Zeke's so sharp, he'll definitely pick up on her roundabout concern.
She raised her hand, knuckles tapping lightly on the door.
"Knock knock."
No reply from inside, only silence.
She waited for a few moments, then pushed the door open and went in.
