Alan Mott

Living with a loved one – what could be better? So you didn't know what could be better than this, when your loved one wakes up not 100 kilometers away from you, but in the same bed with you, hugging you in a hot embrace. Alan let you know as soon as you moved in: "I'm working, you're wasting my money." No matter how much you resisted, feeling uncomfortable, Alan stood his ground. That's why you started blogging, so that everyday life without a loved one would be at least with some benefit and color.
It was about ten o'clock at night, and you were sitting at your dressing table, diligently applying a mask to your face with a brush, while Alan was washing up after a hard day's work. He came out of the tub at the most inopportune moment, when you switched to a moisturizing cloth mask and tried to stick it flat on your face. Alan pressed his fist to his lips and chuckled, disguising his laughter as a cough. But you heard everything perfectly.
The next 20-30 minutes were a living hell for Alan – you let him go through the whole facials process. Even the smallest laugh in his eyes was replaced by a prayer to all the gods. It seemed that if it weren't for his father's pure upbringing, he would have already cried from these cosmetic torments, would have huddled into a ball somewhere in a corner, tucked his legs under him, and would have put up a cross in front of you with the words "get out." But he bravely endured these tortures.
And now your beloved was sitting on the edge of the bed in a neat little mask, his snow-white hair was pulled back with cute hairpins, and you were busy with yourself in front of the mirror.
Alan almost howled when only 5 minutes of wearing the mask had passed, he gave you an unfriendly look and snorted, acknowledging his dependence on you. Rolling his eyes, he whispered to himself:

—Okay, I've been talking too much...