As if someone had poured water on his face, Daniel's expression turned sour.
"God to hell, fucker!!" he hissed, turning back to the frying pan which was beginning to overheat from being left on the fire.
"Don't be mad, it's just a play." Alexander laughed, but Daniel didn't reply. He just carried a crate of eggs from the shelf and began cracking them into a bowl.
He had already made up his mind to ignore him. Whenever Alexander was done rambling, he could just go sit.
"Good one—you think ignoring me will work? Well, you failed," Alexander announced, then suddenly began singing loudly in the kitchen.
"Lights are turned on!!! Music 🎵🎵 is on…" he croaked, his voice so miserable it could put a frog to shame.
What kind of curse had he been inflicted with to deal with this problem?
"Have mercy, Alexander, my ears," Daniel complained, still trying to focus on cooking, but Alexander refused to stop.
