Lee Seng stepped out of his room with a towel around his neck. He dried his hair with one hand while he sat in one of the kitchen counter seats. He could still feel the odd sensation telling him where everyone was. Keng bounced over, almost throwing Lee Seng into a frantic state.
"Why do you look so spooked?" Keng asked, poking his head into Lee Seng's view. Lee Seng brushed off the feeling and shook his head. Keng pulled the seat and sat, turned towards Lee Seng. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" Lee Seng lied. Keng's human ears twitched. He narrowed his eyes at Lee Seng and cocked his head to the side.
'What's wrong?' Keng telepathically asked Lee Seng.
'Nothing.' Lee Seng lied, again. He turned away from his brother, focused on drying his hair.
