5th July, Year 714 A.G.
It was a Saturday morning, Leon's first Saturday in Leviathan Quay.
He woke up late. Hunger woke him up as his stomach growled, clearly not shy of protesting its need for food.
Leon rubbed his stomach as he turned on the bed, then he saw Daren on the corner of the hotel room with his black leather backpack. He already overturned all the miniature contents inside the bag as he scrutinized them curiously.
He looked like a toddler playing with toys.
"What are you doing?" Leon rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked.
Daren raised his head from the miniaturized gadgets and looked at him. "You finally woke up". He stretched and commented nonchalantly. "Throughout the night, you were snoring like a f*cking pig. I couldn't sleep".
Leon's face froze.
Unable to retort, he glared at him and cursed. "You f*cking bastard, this is my hotel room, not yours!"
