𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
The person—because it was definitely a person—slipped on the soap and water spreading across the floor, and we hit the ground together in a tangle of limbs and momentum. My head spun as I tried to orient myself, tried to understand what had just happened, and then I looked up.
Violet eyes below thick, arched brows. And a full beard made entirely of soap bubbles clinging to his jaw and chin, like he'd just emerged from a bath himself—because I had not realized I had wrapped my soapy hands around his neck.
Kaleb.
The laugh came before I could stop it—silent, but it had the same effect as a real one would. My shoulders shook while I scrunched my face, staring at the Scion of Wrath covered in Cheese's bathwater and wearing a bubble beard like some kind of absurd warrior king.
