"Max... This is the last time I let you pick where we go next," his friend, one Shinji Jerit groaned. Pulling out a rag, he wiped his forehead, grumbling about how damn hot it is. He was in a similar state to the green-haired young man, wearing little more then a light blue tank-top and a pair of tan shorts with a dusty cloak of his own. Unlike his friend however, he had a significantly more normal head of scruffy brown hair with a pair of blade-shaped bangs flopping out. He had a significantly more pragmatic look on his, albeit sunburnt, face. Glancing around, there was a twinge of irritation in his green eyes. "I mean really! Sand. Sand. AND MORE SAND!" With a loud shout of irritation, he facepalmed. "We should probably head back before we die from heatstroke."