"AHAHAHAHA!"
Zylus walked into the medical room. Zenos lay in bed, the TV screen just in front of him, so he didn't need to adjust his back to watch it. Wired blue tubes wired into his body, towels covered all around him except for his face, as he watched the screen above him, joyfully.
Zylus smiled purely, "So, this is where you had been."
He looked at the screen, Zenos was watching a comedy tv show famous inside the Demon Realm. But for Zylus, they sounded like some of the worst jokes he's ever heard.
"Why can't Demons face fear?!" The comedian on the screen asked, and Zenos let out a hump of curiosity. "It's because we're Demons!"
"Ahahahah!" Zenos laughed, yet he couldn't move his body; he felt restricted, yet still felt joy somehow.
Seriously, does this guy find everything funny?
"It's you, isn't it?" Zenos spoke as the volume on the screen went down, "Zylus." He declared, sensing the very presence he was around.
