Eyes

Birthday

Arc: 7/42 [Start]

April 6- Day 6D

As I'm sitting on the couch, all I can do is hear Desirée's loud chopping noises as she eats her bread. Annoyed, I say, "Can't you eat that any quieter?"

She blankly looks up at me, obviously attempting not to look annoyed. "I'm eating bread."

"Tch. That's not what I-"

Suddenly, the door clicks open, following with Stylus entering. He takes off his shoes upon entering. "You guys can't even deal with each other while I'm gone?" he says, teasingly.

"He's the one that's being annoying," Desirée immediately says, while pointing at me.

I simply roll my eyes.

"Anyways, Ken, you got any bandages?" Stylus walks over in front of me, looking through the drawers.

"Of course I do. I use it to cover my face..."

"Right-"

"Wait, I need some bandages too," Desirée says as she looks around her arm and legs for scars.

I sigh. "Bottom drawer," I say as I cross my arms. "You guys can't even handle a couple of Level Ds?"

"Yeah, whatever. Stylus, can you hand me some when you find them?"

"Got you." Stylus quickly finds them, and throws them to her face.

She coughs, and yells. "Hey, can't you see I'm eating bread?"

I sigh and whisper," What did I do to deserve getting stuck with these idiots?"

Currently, Zarith transitioned to his other form, the dark entity. By doing this, he's able to 'stay inside of me.' This means that even though I am currently in control of my body, wherever I go, he is there, and whatever I say or think, he can respond through mind links.

In my mind, I can simply hear him chuckle. I roll my eyes once again until Stylus looks over at me.

He asks, "You ready for tomorrow?"

I quickly look over at him, glaring.

He notices as he look up at me. He jolts at bit, then starts laughing. "You promised...-"

"I didn't promise shit."

He then rolls his eyes. "We're done, aren't we? We dealt with the group Percent today, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Hmph." I swiftly turn around, looking through the window beside me.

"We're safe, alright? There's nothing to worry about."

"A party? What party?" Desirée suddenly jumps in.

"Oh, that's right. We haven't told you." Stylus grabs the bandages, and begins to wrap them around his scars. "It's Ken's birthday tomorrow-"