The living room was silent, save for the sound of two grown men standing in their boxers and staring at the door that had just slammed shut.
Actually there was no sound, but their expressions alone were portraying some loud emotions.
Hugo's face was a mask of utter disbelief, while Collins' eyes held the kind of despair usually reserved for war movies.
Both stared at the door that had betrayed them, their faces a blend of shock, despair, and pure disbelief.
After a long, drawn out pause, Hugo finally broke the silence.
"I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice low and shaky. "That little demon did it again."
His voice was low and full of unconcealed venom. To think the target of such hate was only a kid...
Collins let out a slow exhale, his arms crossed as he glared at the door. "Two times. TWO! I don't even know how it's possible. This kid… he's like the universe's personal cock blocking agent. Such scary talent..."
