Xion was angry.
His cheeks were puffed up, lips pursed into a pout, and his red-rimmed eyes glared daggers at the perfectly innocent food placed in front of him.
The couch beneath him was soft, which helped relieve the ache in his back. However, the memories of last night were quick to burn away any calm that dared settle.
All the while he didn't even dare to turn his neck and look at his study table.
He wanted to scold Darius. Really, he meant to. But the Archduke had already slipped into the changing room. He vanished before the angry baby could unleash his righteous wrath.
[Host! Your favorite system is back!]
'You are not,' Xion huffed.
[But I am the only system you know~]
Without any hint of his usual gentleness, Xion rolled his eyes.
Arms crossed over his chest—which, by the way, was still tingling every time the cloth brushed his swollen buds—he declared flatly, "You are the most useless system. And I'm never listening to you again."
