The good one

At some point, Alastor fell asleep and woke up when a brilliant light broke ahead of him. Startled by the fact that he fell asleep, he suddenly finds the reign. He gazed at his right and saw Mr. Funny Man taking over the reign.

His sunglass is daunting as ever.

“Morning.” He greeted.

Alastor yawn. “When did you…?”

“Earlier, I couldn’t sleep properly. So, I decided to go outside and found out that you’d fallen asleep. Just out of curiosity, how can you sleep without losing your balance? I can never truly grasp the notion.”

A beam of a smile formed on his lips. “It kinda happened during the training back in the Glade. It’s vague, but I remember when we were playing tag.”

“Tag?”

Alastor nodded. “We have to stay awake just to make sure our mark won’t be stolen. It’s kind of a strategic game, we’ll make a trap or plan an ambush for the enemy to steal their marks.”