Kyra stepped out, her hair tied in a loose bun to tame her thick hair. She looked fresh with rosy cheeks, feeling a chill as she noticed Lucas shaking his butt in the corner, doing who-knows-what.
"..."
She blinked in disbelief and turned to Vincent, who seemed equally puzzled by Lucas's antics, holding his head with a blank expression.
"What on earth are you doing, Lucas? You're injured," Kyra exclaimed, only to be met with Lucas's wide grin. "Look, Kyra, I found this huge hole in the room. My head can fit in it!" he declared, peering outside again.
"Lucas, come here! There are mosquitoes over there," Kyra called, walking towards him. Lucas paused whatever he was up to, insisting, "No, there are no mosquitoes. If there are any, I'll eat them—OUCH!" he yelped, swiftly backing away and turning to face them.
