"Oh…well, I don't know, my legs just didn't move," August explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
Azrael remained quiet after that. He had no idea if she was crying or anything, her head was lowered, with her hand clasping into a fist on her lap. Was she angry or sad? August decided to go with the first one.
"Uh, that…." August tried to thank him but this time a hard slap landed on his cheek out of nowhere. August had no idea what it was for, she was still ruthless as usual.
He put his hand on the cheek that she just slapped, looking up at her for answers. He didn't understand why he was being slapped here. For what reason?
Azrael finally stood up, glaring at him full of spite and vengeance.
"You stupid son of a b*tch! Why can't you do one thing right? What would you do if something happened to you? Meet me in Niflheim? Was that what you were thinking?" Azrael yelled, breaking down into tears.
