Outside the compound...
Chris leaned against a tree, quietly waiting for Ethan to return.
Suddenly, he turned his head, eyes cold. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Uh… bathroom," the Light-type Awakened said, freezing mid-step.
"Hold it."
"…"
"I can't. If I hold it any longer, I'm gonna crap my pants," the guy said, face twisted in misery.
"I'll jam a stick up there, then you won't have to worry about it," Chris said flatly—and actually snapped a branch off the tree as he walked over.
"Uh… never mind. I don't need to go anymore," the Awakened said quickly, backing off with an awkward smile.
"Heh. Try pulling that crap again, and I'll take your other hand too," Chris said, eyes narrowing.
"…"
Just then, Ethan walked up.
"Yo, Ethan. You're back."
"Yeah. Everything good here?" Ethan asked.
"What could go wrong? This guy's just been a little twitchy. If I didn't think we'd have to carry him back, I'd have taken his legs off already."
"…"
