When Laz woke up in the morning, he was greeted by a sunny day. Blinking his eyes a few times, he sat up, only to notice that Vivi was still passed out on top of him. As such, he carefully slid out from the small bed and went to take a shower.
Although he had gotten used to it, the small shower area in the camper was always a pain to use. It was basically like a little 4 foot square that fit one person. Although Laz wasn't complaining, he had missed those days where he had his own tub that he could lay in full of hot water. It was a bit funny that you only think about those kinds of things when they are no longer there.
As Laz stepped out from the little closet shower, the events from the previous night were stuck in his head. He really had lost himself in the feeling of bloodlust, a bit more than he had thought possible.
