"Oh, how I have missed you." The boy wrapped Azrael tighter, and the embrace began to feel suffocating.
Azrael, struggling for breath, managed to say, "I thought I told you to stop calling me that. How long are we going to go over this?"
Innocently, the boy responded, "But you are my big brother and I have missed you."
"And you are a 200-year-old man. Now, get off me." Azrael said in a serious tone, struggling to free himself but with no success.
The young boy looked up at him, wearing a sly grin, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Correction, I am 253 years of age. But I don't look like a man, I look like a boy, and you look older. Which makes you my big brother."
Azrael sighed, feeling frustrated at the boy's persistence. He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip when he felt the boy's grip tighten even more. He tried to push the boy off of him, but the boy wouldn't budge. He was like a rock, and Azrael's efforts were futile.
