Tck, tck.
The muddled, distorted noise lightly tapped against Azazel's eardrums as she slept.
The barrier she'd put up just in case seemed to have come in handy at just the right moment.
As expected, it never hurts to be prepared.
…Though Azazel was a little annoyed.
‘I just fell asleep.’
She irritably sat up.
The soft bed and fluffy blanket were nice when she was going to sleep.
But from the perspective of someone who had to get up, they were nothing but irritating.
Why did they have to be so soft and fluffy...
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