I started to arrange the dishes on the table. And just now scanning Arles's form.
His long hair is matted and a puffy bed face. His shirt is crippled and one of the sleeves is folded up.
"Arles! Wash your face and comb your hair before breakfast! You look like a zombie!" I look closer. "Oh my God! Is that a drool mark?! I want to disown you!"
Dave chuckled.
"This girl is chatty," he huffed and walked toward the sink to washes his face.
'Oche, bring a hair brush to the kitchen, let's play hairdressing with Dave and Arles!' I linked Rose.
She whooped and came running to the kitchen, bringing two combs. Dave and Arles get pale realizing what we are going to do.
But they won't say no.
We work with their heads in silence. Rose makes a Rose French bride on Dave, and I split Arles's thick
