"Please. Please. Pleaseeee!!" He listened to you whine with a frustrated expression on his face. See, nearly every morning Alon would wake up. Not without trying to shove you off but not hard enough to wake you up to hear you whine and try to cling back on him for dear life of course. But, yes. Nearly every morning he would get up, go to the bathroom, do his usual, and then start to shave his face.

So, he can keep up that smooth baby face skin you always like. But alas, this time he felt like he should've been a bit quieter. He couldn't help but to trudge his heavy body around from how much you clung to him. It took him so long it made him annoyed and exhausted all at once on this nice Saturday morning.

Now, he has a whining complaining partner. You. If we're being frank, clinging onto his arm with that adorable pout and whining with that voice he can't help but say 'yes' to. Begging him to let you shave his face for him. Wanting to bond with him during this special time that you'd finally 'caught' him.

"Doll face, let me concentrate, hm? Maybe next time?" He mumbled softly, not trying to move his jaw too much.