Ironically, only Ginji heard the call. He lifted his disheveled head, his gaze bewildered, looking like a scarecrow tortured by crows. He glanced lazily at Averkane out of the corner of his eye before promptly falling back asleep. Shahin had no desire to be disturbed. His arms stretched beyond his makeshift bed, and his blanket barely covered one foot. Irritated, Averkane approached, seized Shahin's leg, and hoisted him into the air above the bed. Shahin remained in his dream state. Without warning, Averkane dropped him onto the dirty wooden floor of the shack. The boy landed headfirst with a dull thud, causing Ginji to flinch.
"Ouch!"
Milo, the little kitten, licked his hair with its rough tongue. Shahin slowly opened his eyes, sat up groggily, and looked around indifferently. He picked up the kitten with a smile and began to pet it. Before him stood the enormous thighs of his companion, barely visible in the dim light of dawn.
