"Sss.... its so fucking cold. More blankets here," a rather pale man with long white hair with blue streaks on both sides of his head said in annoyance while holding a large cup of piping hot tea.
On the table placed over his lap as he sat in bed, wrapped in thick blankets like a giant worm, was a plate full of treats – biscuits, muffins, hard chocolates among other stuffs.
The man gracefully picked up one of these at a time and expressed class while eating them with his tea, profanities following afterwards as he complained about the ungodly weather.
"It is sir," a formally dressed lady said while sitting on a chair at the side of the bed. "At least for you."
"You don't need to retort every time. I'm perfectly fine grumbling to myself," the man said.
The woman seated at the side of his bed shook her head, the brown, braided hair of hers that was tied into a bun shaking as well to emphasise how she thought about her master's words.
