"Hmm."
Aden sat back against the couch, fingers idly drumming against the armrest as he skimmed through Kaz's latest draft. His eyes traced the familiar rhythm of her writing—the flow, the pacing, the characters.
It was, as usual, mediocre.
Not bad exactly. She was still young, still learning. But there was something about it that made him want to cringe.
Beside him, Kaz leaned in, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Well?" she pressed, peeking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his reaction. "Well? Come on, bro. Say something!"
Aden exhaled through his nose, tilting the tablet slightly as he looked at her. "Isn't this overused at this point?"
Kaz blinked. "Overused?"
"Florian almost gets harassed again." Aden sighed, rubbing his temple. "Heinz doesn't do anything, Florian gets comforted by Lucius and Lancelot, the two fight. Isn't it getting repetitive?"
