The God Incarnate grabs his toddler by the back of his traditional Tanzanian garb, stopping him from running through all the stands in the bazaar. “No running.” Azel bends down to the boy’s level speaking as sternly as he can muster, also attempting to take away the boy’s sparkler that he never gave him to hold in the first place. “If you don’t hold it properly you’ll burn your fingers off and God won’t be able to help.” His son is a whirlwind, always hyperactive and doing everything to throw Azel out of his routine. “I’ll take that from you if you aren’t careful.”

New Year's day will definitely start with Azel running after his son to keep him out of trouble. He turns to you, jealous of how calm you are. “Stop him! He’ll hurt himself.” Azel looks frazzled, his lilac fair falls in his face as he wipes away sweat.

They only just arrived and he’s already debating leaving to celebrate new years with just the two of you at his own place. “It was a bad idea to take him to the festival.” As God, Azel feels he should have had the foresight and seen this coming.