When Shani entered the van, he crinkled his nose immediately.
"Well… it sure is humid here even with the air conditioning. You poor boys must be sweating buckets from this curse, huh?"
Five very innocent, suspiciously well-behaved men turned toward him.
Their clothes were on. Hair tousled, cheeks still faintly pink. All smiling like they'd just passed a surprise inspection.
"Oh yeah," Somner said, stretching his arms behind his head with exaggerated ease. "It's been real hard."
"We're all soaking wet," Ymir added dryly. "From sweat, obviously."
Hermes pressed a hand to his temple. "I swear, one day both of you have to learn to control your tongues."
"Really, Master?" Somner grinned. "Because you can always take control of them anytime you like. Just like earlier—"
"Enough." Hermes glared, but his lips twitched upwards a bit.
