T/W: Foul Language
Penn trudged through the doors of the Hunter's Association, apologizing to each person he bumped into as he made his way to the reception desk. The lack of sleep was affecting him more than how he thought it would.
"Penn?" Daniel called out, jumping to his feet and dashing around the counter to check on him. "You're paler than usual. Are you not feeling well?"
"Just lack of sleep," Penn gave a weak smile as he reached out to pat Daniel's shoulder. The trainer immediately clasped the Guide's wrist, looking at it with wide eyes.
"What happened? Who did this to you?" Daniel's voice cracked, worry etched into his face. Penn shook his head.
"It looks worse than it is, but I fell in the shower, and the hose I tried to grab to catch myself got caught around me. It's fine, it's not even tender."