“Get up. Get up,” Erik sang the next morning.
“Go away, go away, go away,” I groaned, covering my head with a pillow.
“Go away?” he scoffed. “We have a big day ahead of us, and the sooner you get up the sooner we can get it started.”
“It’s my day off,” I whined.
“We have a surprise for you,” he tempted.
“I don’t like surprises,” I countered.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if you had made curfew last night,” Henri cut in dryly. Guilt washed over me. I groaned again, and threw the pillow in the direction that I judged Erik’s voice to be coming from.
“Nice. All that sensory deprivation training really paid off,” Erik commended me, as the pillow hit him with a soft thud.
“Thanks, now tell me my surprise,” I said, sitting up.
“You’re so demanding in the morning,”
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