Not Happy

"I will call sir Lucas. You get ready. Wash that dirty face well, okay? You are going to apologise to him for making him so worried."

Asher pointed his finger at Felix who raised his eyebrows, then chuckled.

"Didn't you kiss this dirty face though?"

Felix asked, not really offended by getting called dirty.

"It's not dirty to me. It will be for sir Lucas though. So.."

"Right. He would have said something like that too…Wash that dirty face and come and talk to me."

"Right...I think I kind of understand how sir Lucas works."

"He is mean."

"No, he is not! I think it's just his setting."

"...Well, it's Karl's problem. Not mine."

"Yeah. I am pretty sure he has a setting that is compatible with sir Lucas."

Felix and Asher's talk eventually shifted to Lucas then to Karl, then to both of them. After a while, eventually, both of them ended up suddenly paying attention back to what to do now.