Sluuuurp!
"…"
"…"
"Ahhh!"
It was the sound of someone deeply, profoundly satisfied.
"Auntie, maybe you should try to walk around more?" Orien asked innocently.
Riley looked over at the source of that decisive noise and found Orien practically inhaling his mango shake. The cup was already empty by the time Riley focused on him, as if the drink had never existed at all. The golden dragonling lounged back in his chair with goggles hanging around his neck, a giant duck floater propped behind him like a throne. The whole scene screamed carefree vacation, with splashes of water and distant laughter from the slides framing the moment.
Not helping.
That was not a fitting representation of the hard work Riley wanted to highlight at this point in time.
Because while it might not look like it with their current state of utter relaxation, the inheritance hunter had actually been hard at work for over a day now.
