“Yeah, good mornin’ to ya too.” He walked through the sands, rubbing one of his eyes sleepily. He’d woken up late this time. It had been so long since he hadn’t woken up with the sun. His limbs felt heavy as if he’d been swimming far too long.
His eyes light up as he sees the three though. As tired as the firey redhead was, the image of his family somehow perked him up and gave him enough energy to take a few more steps. He ran and hand through little Meera’s hair with a smile, and ruffled the older Damas’ hair. But the one he needed to see at the moment was his King. His eyes lid, flirtatious and cocky.
“Hey, hulk. Gotta go report to Sig right away. We have a few newcomers and have been requested to look them over and test them- personally."
"Oh?” Jak grinned, equally flirtatious as his voice rumbled out. “Must be something impressive, I’d imagine.” He moved to follow Daxter’s lead, able to see over the shock of fiery hair easily. Damas climbed up to his father’s shoulder to gaze around at the crowded city streets, earning a chuckle and a gentle nudge.
“Careful.”
