Xing Han was shouting and screaming while trying to defend himself from Kyle's cushion attack, his arms punching about and his legs kicking out. Kyle dodged them all easily, of course, and continued to whack Xing Han in all places with the cushion.
Finally, with one last smash to the face, Kyle got up.
"Man, Kyle, not the face!" Xing Han wailed, patting his cheeks. His hair was all messy, his clothes all messed up and his face was red. Being so fair skinned, just that bit of 'whacking' made it so.
Kyle laughed and stretched, then looked at the time.
"It's really, really late now," Kyle said, "We didn't even go for dinner at that seafood place."
Xing Han looked at the time in surprise, "You're right. My stomach didn't tell me I missed dinner!"
"Guess our talk really took longer than expected," Kyle said, suddenly yawning, "Let's just order room service if you're hungry."
Xin Han's stomach growled at that time as if answering Kyle.
