Holland was walking through the Gekkostate, his hands behind his head as he was only in his yellow trunks, shirtless since it was a hot day. He let out a breath, reading whatever nonsense they decided to write about him in that magazine Ray=out. For some reason, this specific issue was full of boring crap.

“Man, they never stop, do they?” He groaned, chuckling to himself at the picture Hap had taken of Renton, in which he was clearly sneezing.