I started drooling the whole way. Vrel was having a hard time keeping a straight face.
As I was fantasizing, a beeping sound came from Vrel's pocket. I was startled and went on guard. Vrel took out a black tile or maybe a tablet from his deep pockets. Deep because they seem to contain many things at once.
He pressed a few buttons and put it to his ear. To my surprise, a voice came from the sleek and black piece of tile. Vrel spoke into the tile and kept nodding.
"Here, Young Master. Your Uncle wishes to speak to you."
I took the tile from him confused. Noticing my confusion, Vrel said, " Put it to your ear like this," as he adjusted it for me.
"Um..."
"Rāaz! My boy! Are you Ok? Are you hurt anywhere? Who were the ones who dared to touch You?"
I had to stop my self from throwing away the fragile tile and breaking it because of how loud the voice was. It almost made my sensitive ears bleed.