Vaas casually hummed a tune as he sat behind your head, rhythmically tapping the top of it like a drum. Your entire body was buried in the sand currently, with only your head poking out.

You can guess it was one of his favorite things to do with his poor victims.

“You comfy there, chimaco?” he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Need something to quench that thirst, hm?” He chuckled, clearly enjoying the torment, his fingers still drumming lazily against your scalp.