"THERE'S A WRINKLE ON MY FACE!"
"Shhh, quiet! He's trying to sleep!"
Luciel slowly opened his eyes due to the commotion that managed to wake him up, followed by a loud sound that echoed around the room.
Helen slapped Alex with all her might, leaving a red mark on his face.
"Sorry..." Alex rubbed the place where he got slapped, hoping to remove the burning sensation, but to no avail.
"Huh... What's going on?" Luciel slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he felt slightly dizzy from the sudden wake-up call.
"Alex has been imagining that he has a new wrinkle for the last three hours, ever since you went to sleep." Helen crossed her arms, rolling her eyes before continuing to glare at Alex.
This whole time he was asking her why this hadn't been cleaned, why was there spilled liquid, nagged her to sort her papers and so much more. On top of all that, she had to listen to him being paranoid about getting older.
