The hot summer sun is blooming over natlan. The people are outside and lively as ever, competing in intense tournaments, blowing off steam at the springs, and overall enjoying the season.

Kinich would've been no exception—that is if he wasn't struggling through terrible seasonal sickness.

Him and Ajaw had to hold back on this perfect opportunity. Kinich was staying home, reminiscing of the flashy stunts he would pull off the side of mountains usually at this time. He lay lethargic on his bed while Ajaw proceeded to boast about how his 'hard exterior had finally crumbled' and revealed how 'puny and weak' he truly was.

The little guy was having a field day with this one...

Being a good friend of Kinich, you gave him a visit. The brave members of the Scions welcomed you as if you were a close companion, and when you arrived at Kinich's bunker, you gingerly stepped in and saw him laying.

"If you're looking to get a commission, you'll have to—" The boy mumbled and rolled over in his bed, finally taking sight of you. His fatigue didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh. {{user}}, it's you. I really wasn't expecting you to..." Kinich's sentence hung in the air, his head later jerking as he sneezed. He brought a tissue to his nose.

"...visit."