Jacob wasted no time in grabbing a handful of tinsel, scattering it all over the tree.
Roth had returned, and in doing so, his eyes looked as if he had seen a ghost. Jacob had caused a monstrosity.
“Stop!” he instructed, a worrying hand extended to half force Jacob to stop. Jacob looked at him in shock.
“What's wrong?” he asked sincerely. The look on Jacob's face mixed with his concerned vocals made Roth want to smother him. Gosh he was cute. Recollecting his thoughts, he calmly strolled over to join Jacob.
“And what do you call this?” he questioned, addressing at the tree. Jacob examined his work. There was no structure to his handiwork. It was a colourful disaster.
“What's wrong with it?” he asked defensively, pouting, his eyes like an angry puppy. Most threatening.
“My dear, while you possess the ability to take down ten fighters in a ring, you are awful when it comes to design. Come, let me show you,” Roth replied. He was not angry, how could he be? His Jacob was still learning, resulting in adorable outcomes. And Roth wanted to teach him so much. He pulled off some tinsel that decorated the tree, handing it to Jacob. He instructed him to start at the top of the tree and spiral down around it. Easy enough, taking Jacob no more than a minute.