That slacker can't slack for the life of him

Saving Raon (18-19)

The Young Master Silver Shield (Cale unknowingly shivered), the Crown Prince and the Youngest Swordmaster were falling through the skies, and the certain red hair cursed at himself. He might continue to curse at ones above and maybe, just about everything that was needed to be cursed at the moment.

Did those miserable beings really have to send them off like this? Out in the skies, perhaps putting them in danger? He guesses this is their thing, throwing people into unexpected situations (quite literally),

He had tried to get a grip on something as he had felt himself fall, or it had been a sensation that he thought he was just tripping on something. If he thinks about it, it was pathetic of him. As he had been falling through the skies this whole time, having absolutely nothing to have a grip on.

(He swears, once he gets out of here, he'll go to all of their temples and loot them.)

The God of Death sneezed from above, causing every other God present to snort at his little tingly sneeze.

The Sun God had the loudest laugh, "He'll go ahead and loot you without any problems occurring." To which the God of Protection had nodded along, to agreement with the Sun God.

He gave a look of accusation to the God of Protection,

"Wasn't this your big idea?"

"Yes, but he'll think you did it."

The God of Death gave an even more look that had accusations written all over his facial features. The God of Protection gave a little laugh and continued on with this speech.

"Let's just hope Choi Jung Gun won't come to this place."

The God of Death had chills running down his back at mention of that child. He would most definitely run rapid and destroy this place if he knew what was going on.

"That is something I most definitely hope for, I don't want today to be the day I retire."

"......"

"...."

"Aren't you already retired?"

"....."

"Choke."

"How aggressive?"

Cale could hardly make out anything in his vision. Throughout his blurry vision, he had seen the children down below on a bed as it seemed like. He knows the children are looking at him with their mouths outstretched. With all of the disbelief of how Cale even made it in this position.

He tries to balance himself, hoping to—definitely not the Gods—the skies that he's going to have a comfortable landing on the bed the children are on. That bed looks way too scrumptious for his own taste, he hopes he'll have a change to nap on it anytime soon.

He gave out the most awkward smile (not so sure if the children can see that), clumsy waving his hand to the children below. He wanted to indicate that he was fine and this was the best way to do so.

He closed his eyes tight. It suffered him to hold them open to look at the children and you see, he's a person who actively would avoid being in pain.

To his eyes being closed, he could hear all types of commotions going on.

"Human! What is going on with you?"

"He's falling through the sky, nya!"

"...."

"I know, but why is he? He's going to get hurt like that!"

"The Crown Prince is falling...!"

"Catch him!"