Ethan couldn't sit still.
Even after eating enough to satisfy the constant hunger that came ever since becoming a Titled, there was still a restless energy simmering beneath his skin. It wasn't just physical, it was mental. A pressure that built the longer he stayed idle.
So naturally, he didn't.
"Oi, at least stack the plates!" Mark called out from behind him as Ethan pushed his chair back and stood up.
Ethan waved a hand lazily over his shoulder as he headed for the door.
"You've got it, big man."
Mark stared at him as he retreated in disbelief.
"I swear this guy-"
The door shut behind Ethan.
And, as expected, Elara followed immediately, rarely more than a metre away from him.
She nudged his arm lightly, trying to get his attention.
*So, where are we off to?* she signed, her expression curious.
Ethan glanced at her briefly.
"You'll see."
She paused, then sighed.
They walked for a few minutes in relative silence before arriving at their destination.
