Yawn. He had indeed slept, drifting off into slumber, only to stir awake, one eye fluttering open, the golden orb of his gaze rolling around before the other eye followed suit, momentarily. Another small yawn escaped his lips, his jaw opening wide before snapping shut again. As his eyes scanned the darkness, he realised he had slept through the entire day. He shuffled, his neck dragging along the ground, over the woman he had been resting on, his head being pulled along with it. Slowly, he began to lift himself lazily to a standing position.
PURURURURU! PURURURURU! PURURURURU!
His gaze dropped to his pocket, which was vibrating, no, ringing. His Den Den Mushi was calling. He slipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved the small device, cradling it in his palm as he stared down at it, his neck curling forward, his head lowering to meet it. He recognised the bearded face with sunglasses on the screen; there was only one person who would dare call him at this hour, and since he was alone, he knew his partner in crime had already left.
Sommers: "Are you awake? You were in a deep sleep!"
Killingham: "You just abandoned me here, once again."
Sommers: "I wanted to head back for a bath, and you found a slave or something?"
Killingham: "I guess I did."
As he gazed down at the sleeping woman, he leaned over, grasped her by her feet, and hoisted her up, holding her upside down. He studied her peaceful face, the drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, the sleep bubble forming at her nose; she was in a profound, deep slumber, all thanks to him.
Sommers: "Are you marrying her?"
Killingham: "No."
Sommers: "Huh! Then what is special about her!"
Killingham: "You killed all my slaves during the last hunt to gain points."
Sommers: "...."
Killingham: "Besides that, I suspect there’s something off about her."
He remarks as he gives her a gentle shake, up and down, up and down, while gazing at her, stretching his long neck and tilting his head to align with her body, observing her lazily, sound asleep, lost in dreams, not plagued by nightmares because of him, as he shut his eyes and exhaled through his snout, this one had such terrors.
Sommers: "You better return here immediately; it’s dull without you."
Killingham: "I’m on my way, I’m on my way."
Sommers: "Should I call in a buster call to handle things there?"
Killingham: "No, I’ll let my MMA’s manage it, don’t destroy this island while I’m here."
As he pressed the button to end the call with Sommers, he held the woman upside down and moved forward, his nightmare creatures would obliterate any trace of his presence, but this woman, she had such dreadful, dreadful nightmares, the horrors within her would be incredibly useful to him, to conjure more terrors and fearsome beasts to slaughter the innocent and execute anyone who dares to oppose the world nobles as he swung her back and forth by her feet and began to walk away, ugh, he was going to have to trek back to the holy lands with his burden.