The Land of Keimusho [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter Thirty Seven: The Festival

I awoke the next morning to the clamor of voices as the elites engaged in heated banter and shouting. Shaking my head to clear away the remnants of sleep, I rose from bed, went to the bathroom, and splashed cool water on my face before making my way out of my room. Stepping into the living room, I found the group gathered there amidst a chaotic scene.

Jen and Lucille were locked in an argument over the last bag of chips, their voices raised in a battle of possession. Junave and Diane were vying for control of the massaging chair, their bickering filling the room. Meanwhile, Loremae busily captured the moment with her camera, while Denise sought refuge on a single sofa, covering her ears to escape the commotion.

"This is mine now, Lucille! I was the first one who took this out from the pantry!" Jen shouted, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and possessiveness. She held the bag of chips tightly, her fingers clutching it as if determined not to let go.

"But that's enough chips for you, Jen! You were the one who ate it all! Give me my share!" Lucille shot back, her tone tinged with exasperation. Her eyes narrowed, emphasizing her desire to claim her fair portion of the snack.

Meanwhile, Junave and Diane engaged in a tug-of-war over the coveted massaging chair. Their hands grasped the armrests, each pulling with determination and resolve.

"It's my turn today, Diane! You should stick to the proper schedule!" Junave yelled, her voice filled with a mix of assertiveness and impatience. She leaned forward, her body language demonstrating her determination to claim her rightful spot in the chair.

"But my back hurts so much! I can't wait for another day!" Diane retorted, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Her face twisted in discomfort, a visible sign of the pain she was experiencing.

Amidst the chaos, their voices reverberated through the room, creating an atmosphere of tension and discord. Their arguments clashed and overlapped, filling the space with an air of unrest and dissatisfaction.

In a sleepy tone, I mumbled, "What a great morning for all of you," as I settled down beside Loremae. She turned towards me, capturing a picture of my drowsy face, but I made no effort to stop her, too tired to protest. The weariness still clung to me, and I longed for a few more moments of sleep.

Denise, still covering her ears, voiced her discontent with the chaotic environment. "I can't just get used to this," she complained.

The shouting continued as Jen vehemently claimed ownership of the chips, while Lucille demanded her fair share. Junave insisted on her turn for the massaging chair, while Diane pleaded for relief from her back pain. The cacophony of their voices filled the room, unrelenting in its intensity.

Feeling the need for some respite, I rose from my seat and made my way to the kitchen. Determined to prepare breakfast, I sought solace in the quietude of the culinary space, even as the echoes of their arguments persisted in the background.

As I stood there cooking, my mind began to wander back to what Storm had said to me the day before. He had mentioned that I would be seeing him today, and the mere thought of it brought an involuntary smile to my face. Lost in my thoughts, I was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a camera shutter nearby. I turned around to find Loremae, camera in hand, approaching me with a mischievous grin.

"What did I just capture with my cam?" she teased, playfully closing the distance between us.

Caught off guard, I tried to brush off her inquiry. "Oh, it was nothing," I replied, attempting to hide my true feelings. "I was just enjoying the background noise, you know, the banter and all. It made me happy..."