Given how sporadic this hellhole was Sync was still surprised when he woke up in his bed, looking about the small room confusedly. Yet it didn't take long for him to realize what happened, and with that the God-General hissed out before punching the wall next to him. He hoped, for Landel's sake, that the trio was met with the same ill fate, or else he'd have to make a detour one of these days and repay the man personally.
But for now all that Sync could do was follow through the same daily routine, glancing over at the door when he heard it swing open before revealing his nurse. Of course, he didn't need her telling him to get out of bed, already hopping off the edge and toeing on his slippers before following her out.
It looked as if he'd missed breakfast, which was a shame, but the teen figured that he could make up for that when lunch arrived. And so he followed his nurse while she lead him outside, squinting his eyes the moment he stepped onto the grass. Despite everything Sync had to say that this all felt rather pleasant; after all, it'd been a while since he got a real workout, and he could spend this shift stretching out his muscles.
Or at least, that was what he'd planned before he saw Claude.
It hadn't been too hard to spot the aforementioned blond sitting on his grass while doing, what appeared to be, some simple stretches. Sync knew he could never waste an opportunity to make the latter miserable, and so it didn't take much contemplation for him to quietly make his way over to where Claude was sitting. He carefully settled himself onto the grass right behind the blond, reaching forward to cover Claude's eyes with his hands. Sync didn’t even give the latter the satisfaction of hinting whom it was, quietly waiting for him to make a move.
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But for now all that Sync could do was follow through the same daily routine, glancing over at the door when he heard it swing open before revealing his nurse. Of course, he didn't need her telling him to get out of bed, already hopping off the edge and toeing on his slippers before following her out.
It looked as if he'd missed breakfast, which was a shame, but the teen figured that he could make up for that when lunch arrived. And so he followed his nurse while she lead him outside, squinting his eyes the moment he stepped onto the grass. Despite everything Sync had to say that this all felt rather pleasant; after all, it'd been a while since he got a real workout, and he could spend this shift stretching out his muscles.
Or at least, that was what he'd planned before he saw Claude.
It hadn't been too hard to spot the aforementioned blond sitting on his grass while doing, what appeared to be, some simple stretches. Sync knew he could never waste an opportunity to make the latter miserable, and so it didn't take much contemplation for him to quietly make his way over to where Claude was sitting. He carefully settled himself onto the grass right behind the blond, reaching forward to cover Claude's eyes with his hands. Sync didn’t even give the latter the satisfaction of hinting whom it was, quietly waiting for him to make a move.