Ashtarot rubbed his chest as he walked inside his room. He removed the accessories on his clothes—rings, a pendant, and a few other small trinkets—placing them carefully on a polished black dresser.
With a deep sigh, he shrugged off his suit, revealing a crisp white dress shirt underneath. He carefully folded it, placing it over the back of a chair before unbuttoning the shirt. After that, he tossed them into the laundry basket.
Hearing how ridiculous his coworker could be sometimes, Ashtarot sighed again. There were moments when he regretted sharing the same living space with Moloch, but the alternative of being stuck alone with Kirzin was an even more nightmarish thought.
However, a hot spring bath sounded appealing. Just not with those two in the same pool—it would be beyond awkward.
