"Don't sweat yourself, Thunder. Rae's just not cool like us. He doesn't get the whole chill vibe we have going on."
Alex said with a casual grin. Thunder and Grumpy joined in with their own giggles and smirks, like they were part of a secret club that Rae could never be in.
Rae didn't reply. He just stood there, expression blank, then slowly bent down and started packing up his things.
His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with silent judgment.
Once he was done, he walked to the entrance of the tent, paused for a moment like he was reconsidering his life choices, clicked his tongue in disgust, and walked away without saying a single word.
He didn't even look back.
Or well, he did look back once, just to click his tongue again, like the tent itself had betrayed him.
Then he marched straight toward Lyra's tent, dragging his pride behind him.
