Aiakos Nalika's Literatures

The tapping of Myulda’s fingers on the wheel of the scuttlebuggy was the only sound that could be heard in the vehicle as he waited for the traffic light to change but it was only after he was given the signal to go when one of his passengers spoke up.

“Is he acting a little weird to you?” he hears Chikka whisper to the others in the backseat, he might have known the youngest member of the group for far less time than the others but even without looking into the rear-view mirror, he knew that the blue blood would be looking at the others for an explanation. But they knew just as much as Chikka did which was exactly nothing, the only information that he had given them that it was that important for all five of them to be there and that it would be worth staying up a little longer, their tour just ended recently and they had just flown back into Gyeoul today. The confusion was obvious and it amused the sea dweller as he peers at them through the rear-view mirror.