Zique took up the bottle of water on the seat beside him, gulping down more than a half of it as he watched Damion and Gabe goof around on the field. The idiots hadn’t much long finished sparring and now Damion was trying to get Gabe to have a ‘push up’ competition with him.

It wouldn’t happen, Gabe was already done for the day...all he wanted now was a nice plate of food before going straight to bed. He was lucky he could sleep whenever he wanted, but it was different and difficult for Zique.