#Chapter124

Breaking the silence, Luci's voice rang out, so excitedly as if he was about to invite us on a life-changing adventure.

"Who has a morning wood? ...Me!" he may be a few thousand years old, yet sometimes I simply couldn't differentiate him from a teenage boy -even if there was a gun pointed at my head. But he asked, so I suppose I must answer:

"Me." I smiled, too, but just to make him feel like our humour is at the same level. Though it's not. At all.

Jude scoffed, like how an arrogant nobleman would.

"Silly question."

Then, with a slight smile on his face, Jude sat up...