Coming Home, Disaster Part I

“Uh-huh, so, that is where you guys have been hiding the whole time. I can see now why no one ever finds you.”

The delighted voice rang up by the tall man who was walking in front of everyone with a happy face. One of his hands was holding a gourd bottle filled with fine booze, while his sharp eyes were looking at the views of nature around him occasionally.

“Master, I think you’ve drunk it too much already.”

A small voice of a young man followed with worry.

“Hai! It’s not like I drink like this every day. So, let me enjoy this once in a while, will you, Kong?” The taller man said with a smile.

“I will if this isn’t the 8th bottle already!” The teenager snapped. “How are you going to get drunk in broad daylight like this? At least mind about the appropriation a bit. We're at war!”

“Alright, alright.”

He said, ruffing the kid’s hair out of endearment.

“You’re always like this.”