"Goddammit.." Wriothesley swore as he tried to shave his face. The blade kept slipping and cutting his face. "Fuck it."

THE SAME DAY

Neuvillette glanced at Wriothesley. He had to do a double take. Cuts? He noticed that Wriothesley had excessive bags under his eyes and looked stressed.

"Does that hurt?" He was concerned about the cuts. "Would you like some ointment?"