The next morning came early.
Lucas stepped out of the bedroom with a hangover headache, and as he descended the stairs, he called out, "Tyson, Tyson."
Suddenly, a flash of golden color appeared in the hall below, and a plump little golden monkey had nimbly jumped in front of Lucas. Then it stood up like a child, stretching out its two paws in a perfect 'hug me' pose.
Lucas laughed, reached out to hug the little golden monkey, letting it sprawl on his shoulder. From a distance, it looked like he was holding a small baby.
"Why is it named Tyson?"
Joyfield asked as she came down the stairs.
The peaceful morning was suddenly disrupted by an incongruous voice, and Lucas looked bewilderedly towards the direction of the sound. Then he saw Joyfield coming downstairs, simply wrapped in a bath towel, and still drying his wet hair as he walked.
It was clear that he must have just taken a shower.
Of course, it was also clear that this guy's muscles were exceptionally well-developed.
