Chapitre 45: ~°~Chapter Forty-five~°~

I wake up to a pulling sensation, which jolts me awake faster than anything else. "W-What…"

"Stop hogging him, selfish imp." Shana scolds Virgil, pulling on one of my arms, she's standing over the bed with a mutinous expression on her face.

"Why are you like this Shana?" Virgil asks in exasperation, arms around my torso keeping me close, while Dale is just curled on the bed beside me, blissfully asleep.

My half-awake brain isn't prepared for this kind of brain activity so I just blink blearily at the both of them.

"You've been holding him all night, it's my turn." Shana insists, still pulling me.

"It's too early for this crap." Virgil shakes his head but still doesn't let go.

My mom barges in, thankfully - wait, I had expected too much, again - she barges in brandishing a saucepan and I'm just done.

"What is happening… oh." She murmurs as she takes in the scene. "I thought you were both over this." She waves the pan at Shana and Virgil.