By the afternoon of the second day, the air conditioning inside the armored transport was losing its battle against the tropical heat. The dry desert scrubland of Xinico had given way to endless rolling hills of red dirt, towering palm trees, and pothole-riddled asphalt that made the suspension groan every thirty seconds.
Inside the cabin, morale was at an all-time low.
"If your tail touches my nose one more time, Kaito, I am tying all nine of them into a knot and hanging you from the roof rack," DragonSlayer growled from the back bench, swatting at a tuft of blonde fur.
"Oh, relax, grumpy~" Kaito yawned, stretching his legs across the aisle so his boots rested dangerously close to Bombom's lap. "You're just jealous because my fur is conditioned and your hair looks like you style it with frying pan grease."
"It's pomade with matte finish, you overgrown roadkill!"
