With the issues of the day still fresh in their minds, Alistair and Reginald finally reached the mansion, their steps heavy with fatigue.
However, as they gazed upon the grand and familiar structure, the weight of their worries seemed to vanish, leaving them in perfect tranquillity.
In haste, Alistair shoved open the doors, smiling. But his rising emotions quickly hit rock bottom at what greeted his eyes. Confusion filled the curious mind, looking for much-needed answers. Its conclusion was frustration.
A green-haired, eyes of bronze, and a face partying with freckles. Of all the things Alistair wanted to see when he got home, this wasn't it.
He slowly closed the door, took deep breaths, and shut his eyes. Alistair then shoved it open once more, still smiling, yet the scene remained unchanged.
His home was still infested by this persistent green pest.
