Kyle practically dragged himself out of the cave under the house, pulling a bag behind him, his usual black one. Katrina hung loose and asleep around his neck and shoulders.
He was following a path blindly toward the nearest clearing, silent, and got really close to the Dragon before even noticing him, and only because he was directly in Kyle’s path.
The green man’s head looked up from the ground numbly, and eyes studded with narrow white slits strained to see the obstruction of the way he walked clearly.
Registering it as Tatsu, he vaguely starred at him for a second, drawing blanks on everything but Tatsu’s name. He side stepped and continued walking, head dropping down again. It was rude, but his head wasn’t working right now.