It's A Thirst Trap

'For sure he and Hera have the same mannerisms.' 

Hunter thought and glared at Michael with a displeased scowl while his best friend slash brother kicked his footwear off. He rolled down his socks and sent them in the same direction his shoes went. 

Meanwhile, Eric sat on the white sofa chair, and Hunter left the bed to take his seat on the white sofa opposite Eric's. Hunter opened his books while Eric emptied his bag on the square glass coffee table set between the sofa set. It was their study time. They would explain and discuss with each other whatever they learned in school. 

Hunter had missed school, and thanks to his friends, he could keep up with all that he had missed. His notes were all up to date. 

"Where's Danny?" Hunter asked. 

Eric shrugged in reply. Michael climbed the sofa from behind and slumped next to Hunter. "That dickhead has lost his sanity. Don't know what's going on with him," Michael said.