"Phinks,” Feitan hisses as Phinks throws down a card. “Kid’s here.”

Phinks looks at his cards and stifles a sigh. he grumbles internally before nodding to Feitan and rising to his feet. He has to move quick if he wants to catch the kid before he leaves again, their newest and youngest member keen to disappear when there’s no work to do.

“Hey, kid!” Phinks calls out, pitching his voice so there’s no way the kid can claim he couldn’t hear him and slip away, yet again.