"I think your father is alive."

Zi Han blankly stared at his light brain with the floating screen indicating the end of a call still hovering around him. He knew that these two had become close but not this close.

"Interesting," he murmured while peeling off the face mask. He only did it because his mother was urging him on. Each time they had a call she would analyze his skin like she was a dermatologist and proceed to nag, nag, and nag some more.

It was indeed refreshing and felt great on his skin but it was annoying to put on. Zi Han was about to peel off one side when he heard a commotion happening inside his cabin.

When he walked to the door of the bathroom he saw his little pet running out of his cabin with Mr. Twiggles in hand.

"The fuc-... hey, come back here!" yelled Zi Han rushing over to catch up with the cute little chubby dumpling holding a shark plushy twice its size running through the corridors.

"Aaaa..."

"Uh wha-."