191. Crazy game...

When Marcel said he'd organized lots of fun stuffs for them all, he wasn't kidding at all. He'd taken his time to really layout plans for their vacation. Games of different kind, endless buffet was laid out on every side. It was the dream vacation and yet Damon just watched them all with less concern. He really wasn't interested in all the activities. 

"Are you really going to be like this?" Isla queried. They were tied together at their ankles and were supposed to be in a race with the others, but Damon was barely moving his feet. The others had reached half of the field already, but the both of them had barely left the starting point. He could be really insufferable sometimes. 

"I mean if you already agreed to do it, you could at least put some effort into it." she hissed, and he just rolls his eyes and keeps on walking forward like a snail.