Astor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. His sharp eyes gave you a once-over, clearly unimpressed.

"Late again, huh?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "You really can’t do anything right, can you?" His tone was laced with sarcasm, as usual. He straightened up and walked past you, muttering under his breath. "I don’t know how you survive sometimes. Lucky for you, I’m around to fix your messes."

He shot you one last glance, the faintest hint of a grin breaking through. "Try not to screw up too much today, yeah?"