Bab 140: He Will Return

"Can you try not to look so obviously pissed off, Dark?", Ray chuckled, slapping his knee. He watched Dark who sat slumped in a brown chair with his arms crossed and a furious expression. Atop each of their heads, a small hat that stood around 2 feet tall was placed, it was neatly decorated with feathers, leaves and flowers. 

"It's not my fault", Dark grumbled back, "We came here to partake in a war and to find that damn brat Milo, so why the hell is there a festival going on!?". 

To Ray's left, Dark and Marcos both sat watching a display of singing and dancing below. Multiple men and women alike dressed in lavish white dresses and robes spun in circles, leapt in the air and shimmied. Each one of these men and women had the distinct features of the lightning cheetah clan. 

However, the main concern of Dark was a certain someone, drunk and dancing in the middle of the festival.