Since Red was given the time of his life before the real war ensues, he decided to use it as a means of relaxation. Well, part of it was for leisure. since he felt guilty by how much everyone was working so hard. Even with the rest time they've been given, the others still insisted on helping the Rogue Shelter as a whole.
Except for Scar, of course. Since he was still recovering, his body was asking a little bit too many consumables. Scar was not one with a voracious appetite, but right now, he might very well be the epitome of one due to how much he's been devouring.
"How about Freckles? Is she probably in the clinic? Man, why doesn't everyone take a break so I could take one?" Red asked himself, scratching his head. Outwardly, he was acting as if he was displeased with everyone but deep inside, he was rather proud of them. Even with their minds brainswept, they still remember their want to help others.
