That's Not Supposed to be There

Hours later, as the dymension was forever swirling yet seemingly never changing, Ayse kept his eyes on the clock. 

"Almost…"

… click…

Ayse sighed as the clock struck 14:00. "... And we're eating late. I should've known."

Cutting the engines, Ayse let the ship coast to a stop.

"Has something happened?" LaRee strolled into the wheelhouse. His long ponytail was dripping with sweat, matching his glistening, tan skin. 

"Nothing crazy. Loo's just late setting up lunch, so I'm going to check on him," Ayse explained. 

"Oh! Then I must set up the table," LaRee sprinted down the stairs. "I was waiting for Loo to get me. But I will have the table ready right away, Boss."

Ayse followed the archer below deck. While LaRee rushed in and out of the storage room, Ayse strolled up to the tail-wagging teen, cross-legged teen sitting in the middle of the living quarters.