Ari glances toward the door where a child is standing. He's two or three years older than Little Ai. His hair is a curly mess and he's wearing a white robe. She recognizes him right away. This damned god! Everything happened because of him. But why does he look so adorable right now? She can't slap those mushy cheeks.
"They are so loud." Cina walks to her with a deep frown. "I woke up because of their constant whines."
"..." Should she apologize? But she can't hear anything.
Little Ai jumps off the couch and steps toward Cina. "Don't come closer, you bad god."
Cina can't see Little Ai, but he feels that obstacle is in front of him. He squints his eyes. "I am not a bad god."
"You are bad!" Little Ai pushes him. "You tried to hurt sister."
