You should rest

On the final day of the celebration, Pain and Blue bonded over shared misery, dreading their hard-to-please masters.

They looked at each other, connecting through their pain and sighed.

Kyle couldn’t wait for Blue to come back; his eyes ached from using glasses. Rubbing between his brows, he looked at the blurry image from his window and felt saddened that he couldn’t start his training sooner.

He watched the sky darken, sipping his wine as warmth slid down his throat.

Today he was in the mood to indulge in alcohol, liking the feeling of hotness, with bitterness and sweetness blended.

Moonlight spilt into his dark room, casting a glow over his brown wine, which shimmered with hints of gold.

He took the bottle on the table and poured it into his empty glass. Midnight, he felt a warmness rush over him, making him sigh in pleasure.

His eyesight became clearer, and his bare back had a tattoo of a cat, finally.