After finishing the pancakes another henchmen came to take Kunai to another room. The shifter recognised this room all too well, having brought others to this room many times over. It was the interrogation room and Kunai let out a slight sigh as he sat himself down and waited.

// they know his limits and they’re going to push them—

A rather long period of time had passed and Kunai was still chained to the chair. Blood, sweat and vomit covered the floor around him but the only evidence that anything had happened to him was the blood covering his own body as any wounds had instantly healed.

// knees weak Arms are heavy-

He’s paying a visit to the local food stalls, enjoying the feeling of forgetting his problems over a bowl of Rabokki.

The shifter yawned and stretched his arms above his head, his sister handing him a mug of hot chocolate before fiddling with the grenade he had just finished building. “Be careful not to blow your fingers off sis.. it sucks how long they take to grow back..”

// you’re welcome 💜

With a slight huff the shifter plopped himself down into a chair in the office of the big boss, fiddling with something on the desk as he waited for the boss to enter the room.