Valerio, who was done with his bath, slid into his night pants.
He zipped it up and walked towards the mirror in the room.
He had returned back to his master bedroom, since he pretty much felt more comfortable there, including the fact that his belongings were there.
He stared at himself through the mirror, and a deep breath fled his nose.
"This is gonna hurt." He murmured and grabbed the scissors from the table.
He proceeded to cut the bandages off, but Everly, who had come in on time to see him about to do that, rushed towards him and snatched the scissors from him.
"What are you doing?!" She asked with an apprehensive expression visible on her face.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Valerio, who was confused as to why she had taken the scissors from him, blinked his eyes in perplexity.
