As everyone, including Coal, shuffled into the portal, Coal suffered the sudden stomach-drop as they appeared back at Wells and Rick in one piece and unscathed. Coal’s first mission had come to a close, and it was a success. He also could’ve sworn Cerberus congratulated him as they teleported back. Even Azai’s remark, which he deemed slightly rude, did bring him a bit of positivity too. Mission completed as far as Coal was concerned, and now to embark on their next journey to kill the another murderous beast/run-away child. But first a drink!

[i]A drink?[/i]

Coal leaned on a near-by surface, his curious gaze following the bottle of something Max held, wincing slightly as the shot-glasses clinked in-between Max’s knuckles. Definitely alcohol. “Where are my juice and crackers?” he chuckled, if his age was going to be a touchy subject, why not make a bit of fun of it? He hoped to garner some laughs as he eyed Atlas walking out of the room, or rather [i]felt[/i] him shuffle out of the building with his billowy jacket. He didn’t want to intrude in his thoughts again to find out why. It’s not fair to probe people like that, he let Atlas go without any telepathic-questions. Another reason was also he was pretty sure Atlas would find out and knock Coal out of his mind, but it’s about time Coal learned how to gain info. the old fashioned way. 

“Pretty fun mission, right?”