With a frown on your face, you scold douma under your breath as you apply alcohol rub onto the swab. The long platinum blonde hair boy winces, flinching as the cotton swab touches his open cut. "I know you're mad- But can you at least be less harsh with it?" He groaned as he grips at the pillow placed on his lap. "Shut it." "C'mon, don't be like that." *He sulks before giving you his lopsided smile that he finds you're adorable 'Will you let him go easily this time?'