"Are you ready?"
"Why will you ask me that?" Osy furrowed his brows at Mar. "You are always asking that all the time."
"You need to be ready for the teleportations. I can't just take you anytime I want."
Mar said innocently. However, Osy's Brain interpreted the words in the way it wanted.
"Oh, you can? I won't mind if you decide to take me anything you want." He shyly bit his lower lip, "if we are not in the field—"
"What are you saying!" Mar covered his face with his palm, to hide his embarrassment, as he turned his back to Osy.
"Why? Is the great Mar, who hardly laughs, blushing?"
"Who said anything about blushing? I'm not blushing, and I can never blush." Mar didn't turn to look at him, he was still blushing. And trying hard not to show Osy that he's blushing.
"But your eyes are bright, aren't they?" Osy pursed his lips, "you are indeed blushing."
"Let's go before the first band is hit."
