"So, you're finally awake... I've prepared something for you."
"What time is it now?"
"It's already noon."
"Ugh... that explains it. I'm starving."
"Haha, please have a seat. I'll bring the food to you."
Ezra stared blankly at the chair he had pulled out. It seemed that now that he was fully awake, little by little, he could feel the effects of what they did yesterday, and Ezra clicked his tongue in frustration. Raphael turned to look at Ezra again, who was still standing while gazing at the chair, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.
"What's wrong, Ezra? just sit down. I'll bring the food for you, so just wait, and sit pretty."
"I will... But, ugh... hold on." Ezra gripped his lower stomach, his face scrunching up, then he winced.
Observing Ezra's actions, Raphael's facial expression grew even more puzzled.
"I feel weird... It, it feels like you're still inside ... So I don't know if I can sit right now."
"....."
