Chapter 46 - John

I should have washed my clothes last night or run them through the dryer to get rid of the wrinkles. Maybe Sarael has an iron around I could use. It, of course, won’t change the fact I’m wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but at least I’d feel more presentable if they were ironed. So I took the chance to hunt an iron down, put on my boxers, and carry my clothes over my arm as I stepped out of the bedroom.

Of course, I was greeted by the sound of a hiss. Glancing down to the left, I saw Shu with his fur on end, ready to slash at me. ‘Stupid cat.’ Irving snorted. “Good morning to you too, Shu.” I greeted. “Jesus, you couldn’t put clothes on?” Khalid wrinkled his nose leaning on the kitchen island as he wiped it with a paper towel. Great, the boy’s awake. Hopefully, he didn’t hear us in the shower. ‘I hope he did. Serves him r