Emperor of Mayhem

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At 9PM after dinner, I was seen pounding on Mr Varkov's door with a pair of scissors in my hand, a perfect frown on my face, and a sagging shoulder due to frustration.

No, it wasn't whatever you were thinking. I wasn't about to murder the only thing close to a friend I had right now.

"Mr Varkov, I know you're not sleeping yet." my lips were outrageously close to the polished door, just a breadth away from tasting the wood, "So open the door." I gave the poor door another tentative knock, this time, harder than I intended to. I just needed his assistance. I didn't know why he was making it so difficult.

"Go to bed, Azania!" His frustrated groan finally came from behind the door, so boisterous even the distance didn't alter it.

"Please, Mr Varkov," I insisted, placing another knock, "I need your help, come on."

"With a pair of scissors?" He asked, his edgy tone skeptical. I lifted the scissors to my face, wondering if that was the reason he wasn't answering me before. Was he scared that I wanted to murder him? I couldn't possibly murder a friend or whatever he currently was to me.

"It's gonna come in handy with what I need it for." I let him know, a grin covering my face at the thought of him actually being conscious about the scissors in my hand.

He didn't say anything for like five to ten seconds, neither did I. But I just stood against the door until I started hearing the sound of his feet padding against the tiled floor toward me. I lifted my body off the door so I wouldn't end up pummeling inside when he would eventually pull it open.

"What?" He struck a frown as soon as he sighted my little frame before him, his gaze intimidating enough for me to tell him not to bother again.

"Funny story," I started off with a nervous chuckle, twirling the scissors in my hand. He raised an impatient brow, his piercing eyes shifting between me and the scissors as he stood on guard.

"So I'm having this really bad headache, more like a migraine actually," I continued and he sighed harshly, his lips pressing together in a tight line, "I can't seem to be able to sleep, and even staying awake is hard too. Then I realized oh, this usually happens when I have had on braids for a long time. That's why I made an impulsive decision to loosen them right about now." I paused to gauge his expression, but there was nothing to read there. His face was just blank.

"Great story, I'm so moved to tears." He rushed out, "So what exactly do you want from me now?"

Okay, this was the hard part I dreaded before mustering up the courage to come knocking on his door.

"I-I was hoping you could, um, help loosen my braids?" I stuttered out, "I mean, dad would have helped as usual but...you know. He can't as of right now."

"I'm confused," His arched brows pulled together in a troubled knit, his hand lifted to scratch his neck, "I should help you do what?"

"Loosen my braids?" I repeated, a sheepish grin manifesting on my face, "It's pretty easy, very easy. In a twinkle of an eye, you are done. It's just thirty five pieces. I counted them, you see."

"Azania," He called, his voice low but commanding with a tone of finality.

"Yes, Mr Varkov?" I batted my lashes.

"I'm not. I'm not doing whatever the heck you are asking me to do." He declined, "And I really think you go to bed. You've got school tomorrow." He didn't leave room for argument, and I clearly didn't see any reason pressuring him further so I turned around to leave, murmuring how dad would have helped me without complaining under my breath.