“How many times have I told you to clean up?”

Sighed the man. Looking around the disarray of a jumbled mess that is your room.

Being the younger sibling of a priest obviously had its ups and downs, that was very much a clear fact. From times where he would lecture you on the fundamentals of catholicity to accompanying you on many occasions, it was surely an experience.

Lights dimly beaming from his direction at the door way shone itself onto you. His black robe nearly draped to the ground whilst a holy writ was placed in between his palm as usual.

Knowing that you weren’t in the mood to even tidy up, with another sigh coming forth from the man’s lips he spoke.

“C’mon. We’ll be late for church.” Even if he was a rather cold man, kindness was always at least apparent in someway amidst his manner of speech whenever he’s with you.