When Hazen heard her name, she turned to see Ghain and Fatty walking up to her. It was then she realized she hadn't seen them since the beginning of the day.
"Hey, guys," she said.
"Don't 'hey' us," Ghain said angrily.
Hazen was taken aback by the coldness of Ghain's tone.
"What happened? Why are you two like this?" she asked, her tone laced with worry as she spoke to them.
"Nothing. Just that if you want to fight next time and we're there, don't tell us to be your commentators, because we won't let you fight alone anymore!" Fatty said, a frown on his face.
Hazen didn't understand, because their words sounded like caring friends, but their tone wasn't friendly. "O...kay. So why are you angry with me? Oh, by the way, you both suddenly smell nice."
Ghain and Fatty turned to each other, and a smile broke out on their faces.
"You hear that? We smell nice," Fatty said, smiling at Ghain.
