Blondie listened to his coworkers' accusations, his head a complete mess.
He roared in frustration, "Stop yelling at me! Just let me think, will you?"
At his words, his coworkers immediately fell silent.
Blondie began to think back carefully.
A rainy day, a cigarette, the convenience store kid, pitch-black, a big rat…
Blondie's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. He looked at Matcha Head and asked in disbelief, "Bro, don't tell me the 'mob boss' you were talking about is a black cat?"
"Remember now?" Matcha Head sneered.
The heart that had been lodged in Blondie's throat instantly dropped. Looking completely exasperated, he said, "Bro, you scared the hell out of me! I thought I'd actually pissed off a gang. After all that, it turns out it was just a cat."
"What? A cat?"
"Huh? The black cat is just a cat?"
"So not a mob boss?"
"..."
Matcha Head pushed aside the chattering heads next to him, his expression grave. "This is serious, okay? What's with your attitude?"
