A distinct smack echoed through the halls, followed by Javier's panicked cry.
"Eekk! Leave the face out of it!!" he shouted, desperation lacing his voice.
The unmistakable sounds of playful yet firm slaps and light punches filled the air. Thwack! Smack! Whap!
From a distance, a pair of maids exchanged amused glances. One of them, Stella, leaned slightly to peek down the corridor. "Miss Liana's at it again," she murmured with a smirk.
Laria nodded, stifling a laugh. "Poor young master. He never learns, does he?"
Meanwhile, Javier's voice rose theatrically. "Aaagh! Not the hair! Not the hair! You know how long it takes to get this perfect!"
Liana's calm yet teasing tone cut through his protests. "Young master, this is what happens when you tease me about things you shouldn't."
Javier replied quickly, "I'll never do it again! I swear! I tell you!"
