“Avarice.”
“...”
“Avarice?”
“...ugh”
“Avarice!”
*Slap!*
“Huh? Wh-what?!”
A disheveled curly hear youth flew from under the cover of his bed to frantically look around.
A frown was prominent on his face as he was quite enjoying his dream.
However, a tan-looking middle-aged woman was staring down at him with a penetrating gaze from his bedside.
Seeing this woman the boy’s annoyed expression fell instantly and was replaced with fear.
“Mo-mom.”
“You're not up yet?! The snippers are still not fed and it’s already mid-day!”
The boy turn to look out his window to see that it was indeed around that time of the day.
“Hurry up and go do your chores.”
The woman was about to leave after saying that, but she paused to look at her son.
She saw that he was staring out the window with a strange expression on his face, and his eyes had dark bags underneath them.
Her once angry expression turned to worry, and she approached him before saying.