#Chapter124
Breaking the silence, Luci's voice rang out, so excitedly as if he was about to invite us on a life-changing adventure.
/"Who has a morning wood? ...Me!/" he may be a few thousand years old, yet sometimes I simply couldn't differentiate him from a teenage boy -even if there was a gun pointed at my head. But he asked, so I suppose I must answer:
/"Me./" I smiled, too, but just to make him feel like our humour is at the same level. Though it's not. At all.
Jude scoffed, like how an arrogant nobleman would.
/"Silly question./"
Then, with a slight smile on his face, Jude sat up on the bed, let the blanket fall, and let his splendid features be revealed...
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/"Breakfast is served./"