A lighthearted quarrel had broken out in front of Al, this time between Clarista and Yura. To him, the whole thing was nothing short of foolish. He had grown accustomed to the members of the Virellano family refusing to acknowledge him, and while that rejection was irritating in itself, what truly bothered him was being dragged into arguments that served absolutely no purpose.
Al lowered his head slightly, his fingers drumming lazily against his thigh, the small motion betraying the irritation simmering within. He let out a long, heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as though weighed down by exhaustion, and his half-lidded eyes narrowed as if he wished he could simply erase the noise surrounding him.
At last, with clear reluctance yet also a hint of firmness, he raised his voice to cut through the useless chatter.
"I am the youngest child of this family!" he declared, loud and direct.
But—
"HWAAAAA!!"
A piercing scream erupted, cutting him off completely.
