"Heyyy!" The boy shouted, gently nudging Jorel with his leg.
"Get up, you Slatar." He chuckled
"It's already evening." He said as there was a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Huh..." Jorel murmured, his eyelids slowly widening.
"Who---" He fully opened his eyes and sees the boy slouching.
Zeke?!
Jorel's mind jolted awake.
Zeke wore a long, traditional-style coat over an eccentrically designed inner garment that was tucked into grey hakama. His short, peach-colored hair, full of lively strands, swayed as he nodded in mock disappointment.
"You know how long we've been looking for you?" Zeke exclaimed as he stood up.
"Shimon here even checked this place twice." He pointed his thumb behind him, prompting Jorel to sit up and look.
