Azreal woke up to tiny fingers patting his face.
Another tiny smack landed on his cheek, wetter this time, like someone had dipped their fingers in something.
His eyes opened slowly and the Little culprit froze on top of him.
Little Roe gasped dramatically, trying to flee across the bed with all the stealth of a panicked squirrel.
Azreal caught him around the waist effortlessly.
"What do we have here?"
"Daddy…!" Little Roe burst into helpless laughter as Azreal flipped him onto the mattress and started tickling his stomach. "Hehe… Daddy stop!"
The little potato squirmed wildly beneath him, little legs kicking under the blankets while his giggles filled the room.
Azreal smiled despite himself.
He leaned down, kissing Little Roe's plump cheeks repeatedly until the child shrieked louder.
Turning toward the mirror beside the bed, he caught sight of himself. There were crooked paint streaks all over his jaw and forehead. A suspicious blob of green near his temple.
