Ramiel let the air out faster. He tried to hold back a giggle, which he somewhat succeeded in doing. Instead of a quiet laugh, a stifled snort escaped from his lips.
Ramiel shouldn't laugh. It was wrong and inappropriate, but he could do nothing to stop what he saw from making him laugh. It was who he was, and he could do nothing about it.
" There is something wrong with me. " - Ramiel shook his head in amusement. "Maybe that's why Azazel likes me so much. By the way, I wonder how he is? "
Ramiel straightened up and stretched his muscles. All the while, with a subtle smile, he watched the scene below.
" Leave him, stupid dog! Stupid! I said leave him alone! Ugh... Why don't you understand how I'm talking to you! " - Vita cleared her throat and tried to pull one of the wolves away from the lizard. She hit him on the head with a fragile branch with green leaves.
