Day 6.
"Where the fuck is she?"
Vulcan's voice was urgent but as very much as concerned. His face was sharp and his eyes curios. His eyes were keen as though there was laser in them.
"Such attitude again."
You should guess who that was. Vulcan's forever enemy. Kilp.
Vulcan shot him a glare. That was the best he could do. If there were in a good state, he probably would had strangled him.
If wishes were always attended to, Kilp should had been dead over and over again. Probably like the 100th time. That was how much Vulcan loathed him.
"Would you do yourself a favor of being dumb? At least for today. Even though we know that you already are."
Giving such response gave Vulcan goosebumps. He might never get it again.
"I'm sure we already discussed this."