Only then he noticed the presence of a closet. He should have searched through it, but he had been caught up in exploring the many wonders the phone contained. Since it seemed as if its knowledge was infinite, there was just one thing that worried him.

“Can one consume the phone?” he asked.

Milo threw him a strange look. “I’m only indulging you, dude, because you’re finally with going on a date with me, and this must be you coping with the shock. Do you want to eat the phone now?”

“No, that isn’t what I meant,” Sebastian said. “Its spirit… if I use it, will it go away?”

Milo rolled his eyes. The people in this world did that a lot. He pointed at something on the floor. “You always leave your charger in the socket.” He grabbed the phone from Sebastian’s hand and then jammed the end of a thin black rope in a nook on the bottom. “Charger, phone, charger, phone,” Milo repeated a few times.

“I’m not a simpleton,” Sebastian protested. He didn’t understand many things, but he couldn’t allow commoners to take him for a fool.

Milo made a move to give him back the phone but then changed his mind. “You know what? I will just delete the texts I sent you earlier. They’re way too cheesy.”

So Milo was a scholar who wrote about cheese. Not a very interesting topic. Still, he disliked Milo handling his magical item like that.

“Give it back now,” he said in a stern voice.

Milo smirked. “How about you make me?”

Was that a challenge? Yes, it was. Sebastian didn’t hesitate and rushed to grab the phone from Milo’s hand, only to be avoided with ease. That would not do. He rushed again, but Milo sidestepped. Enraged with being taken for a fool a second time, Sebastian opted for a frontal attack.

He ended up on the bed, on top of Milo.

Who, much to his annoyance, was laughing.

He couldn’t even prevail in front of a commoner in this body? That was an utter disappointment!

“Hey,” Milo called softly, “do you have something weird in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t understand what Milo meant by those words. He had nothing in his pocket, which meant that he was taken for a fool once more. This commoner needed to be taught some manners.