Snort!
Berkah suddenly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his little brother's mischievous expression, his tiny fingers pinching his nose.
"Argh, what are you doing Albatross?"
He pinched his eyelids, ridding them of all the crust.
"Wake up Mr. Poopy Pants~ Mom says it's time for dinner."
He spoke in an adorably squeaky voice that made it difficult for Berkah to be upset with him.
"Oh? Mom's already back? You should've woke me up soo—"
"..."
"Wait... What did you just call me?"
He blinked and stared at his little brother intently.
"Nothing~ Hehe!"
The boy spread his wings and ran out of Berkah's room, pretending he was flying.
"..."
[...]
[It looks like I've slept for a while...]
He looked outside the window and saw that the sun had already set, the crisp coldness of the creeping winter forming frost on the glass pane.