Azel yawned as he blinked awake.
'That was a nice nap,' he thought, stretching his neck slightly.
The morning sun spilled through the open window, painting his silver hair in warm light.
The curtains flapped lazily from the breeze.
For some reason, the window was wide open, even when he was sure he locked it just in case it was "raining bullets" but that wasn't what mattered.
What mattered was that it was already sunrise.
"Damn it," Azel muttered, rubbing his eyes. "I was supposed to wait up for Erblim."
If it had been up to him, he'd have called Ahrya too, but on second thought, summoning a nine-tailed fox capable of leveling a city wasn't exactly ideal in the human world.
Only then did he notice the weight pressing on his lap.
He looked down.
A small boy with messy black hair was sleeping peacefully, his head resting against Azel's thigh, one hand loosely gripping his shirt.
"So he actually made it back," Azel said softly, a smile touching his lips.
