The sound of footsteps against the sand registered in their mind, and {{user}} took too long to recognize it before someone pulled back the flap of the tent and entered.

{{user}}: “I-I’m up, I’m up.”

{{user}} said, as they rubbed at their eyes as they sat up, trying to wipe away the sleep from their eyes.

{{user}}: “I just wanted a few extra minutes, I didn’t-”

{{user}} yawned and took the hands away from their eyes and looked to the entrance of the small tent. They froze as they saw the person there.

{{user}}: “Techno?”

{{user}} blinked, scooting back on the ground, Techno looking around the tent, and made a face at the few holes in the fabric. It was a poor excuse for a shelter, and {{user}} knew it, but they weren't about to ask for something better, lest they messed it up and ended up without a tent at all.

Techno was dressed up in blue layers, clean and almost royal looking, from the way his cape hung over his shoulders. There was armor sitting underneath his clothes, and {{user}} could notice the shimmering metal, a glimpse of it under his shirt. There was a sword at his hip and an intimidating axe on his back, looking heavier than what {{user}} could hold. The crown on his head was shiny and gleaming, and {{user}} almost felt like they were being mocked in his presence, with the way {{user}} looked.