Nikolai stepped out of the shower while whistling a song. His body dripped with water, and a black towel wrapped around his waist. Each step tapped on the floor as he reached the main room, sitting on the sofa.
"How are you doing, mother?"
The heat from the underfloor began to seep through his body while he cracked his neck, leaning to each side before placing the items he earned from the Arena and Tower on the table. A pleasant clack sounded as the glass vials tapped against each other.
[I am feeling much better. Honestly, when you went into the tower, it felt like I was sleeping, a nostalgic feeling that I missed.]
[Don't you need to rush to meet Nikita?]
'Thankfully, I messaged her before the tower and she isn't mad knowing where I was. Though probably because I am alone and sent her a picture she kept bugging me for.'
[I don't want to know...]
'...'
