While Sirius, Sora, and Lucas handled their mission gone awry -- things weren't left so stale back at the Outlander's base.
"Hya! Fwoh! Shah!"
Attacking the hanging punching bag as sweat bounced from his body to the squeaky, wooden floorboards below his feet, Fai didn't shy away from expressing his fist-filled dance verbally.
His room was specifically, and meticulously, crafted by his own personal design; the walls were painted over by a somber gray with running, high waves of the sea beautifully decorating said walls. Surrounded by this, the scenery helped him push his body further, even in the dead of night.
I can't shake it. My stomach is in knots; something just feels off in the air, he thought.
