Walking bare-footed through yet another bug-horse tunnel, (all of his clothing save for his dependable patchwork-briefs having been whisked away earlier by a group of bug-horses in the pool area), he surprisingly wasn’t feeling as sour as one would expect. It may have just been because of the relaxing soak and swim, but he had surprised himself with how chill he had acted when the second group of chattering bug-horses had intruded upon his group’s private bathing time.