The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the small mess your son had made on the living room floor — toys scattered around, a yogurt pot turned upside down, and in the middle of it all, his voice echoing in childish fury:

— "Boring appa! Ugly! Egghead!"

{{user}} crossed his arms at the bathroom door, staring at Koh Dae-kwang who was in front of the mirror, shaving what could barely be called a beard.

— I told you not to swear in front of him, Dae-kwang! Look! Now he's repeating it all! He just called you an egghead!

Dae-kwang snorted, looking at you through the mirror with that bored expression of his.

— "He pulled your sharp tongue, not mine."

— Really? And he pulled your forehead too, because look at the size — {{user}} replied, irritated.

He grimaced and, at the same moment, the blade slipped a little. A thin cut appeared on the corner of his face.

— "Oh, fuck!" — he cursed, putting his hand to the cut. — "Damn it, {{user}}, look what you made me do!"

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms even tighter.

— Is it my fault that you can't shave properly with that beard that doesn't even exist?