- What? How did… I mentioned the glasses to see better as he didn't see you in here. You take up space. - Alexander badly tries to apologize himself.

- Now you're calling me fat? Look, you better sleep with your eyes open for a week. Anyway, he is very cute... And his black nails? Love... Why didn’t I meet him before?

- The colour of his nails? That’s what you saw? If you had mentioned his leather clothes, I would get it. And why do you tell me to have my hair cut if he has long hair too?

Selena noticed the black leather on him, the amazing eyes and the deep voice that almost melted her but sharing all this information with her brother would open a door for future jokes and she isn’t going to give him that opportunity. She stretches her hand to Alexander’s hair and curls it in her fingers.

- One can see that he grooms his hair… a good-looking bad boy.

- I have a bad boy look!

- You’re heavy metal nineties bad boy... I like your long hair but you could try different look. If you don't like it, just let it grow again. That’s what hair does.

- Are you jealous of my long hair?

- I said I like your hair, not that I wish I had your hair, dummy. I like mine as it is, short... Maybe one day I’ll let it grow.

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As soon as he collects the sample, the mole follows the tunnel he had dug before to reach the surface, guaranteeing him to get to the same place from where he started. Although he knew that any path down would end up in the same world. But this way he is sure that he won’t fall into the river, like he did when he was new to his job many years ago. Getting his fur wet is not part of his plan; as soon as he reaches the ground, he shakes himself to release all the dirt off his fur. With the right paw, he presses behind the ear and in place of the small dark animal, a tall young man appears. He looks at his arms and body to check if he didn’t miss a spot of dust and if the sample is still inside the small leather pouch. After running his fingers through his short curly blond hair, he starts walking along the Acheron River, happily whistling.