Smolder: Go to sleep.
Gallus: No.
Smolder: Yona, launch the tactical Silverstream.
Yona: (throws Silverstream like a javelin)
Silverstream: (tackle-hugs Gallus to the ground) WEEEEE!!
Gallus: Did you just fucking throw Silverstream at me?!?
Smolder: (carrying Ocellus and Sandbar on her shoulders) We will do this every night if we have to!!
Smolder: (tosses Ocellus and Sandbar on top of Gallus before diving into the pile)
Gallus: OOOF!!
Yona: (cozying up to them like a giant pillow) Gallus own fault for drinking six energy drinks in single evening.
Gallus: This is fucking ridiculous…
Ocellus: (cuddling him) And yet, you’re not making any real effort to get up right now.
Gallus: ….. Fuck off.
Sandbar: (kissing his cheek) We love you, too.
Swift Foot: (walks in the room) …. Gallus refused to go to bed again?
Silverstream: Yeppers.
Smolder: Pool’s open, water’s fine.
Swift Foot: Silverstream, scooch over a bit. I’m spooning Sandbar tonight.
Silverstream: Aww…
Gallus: …. I don’t deserve you guys.
Smolder: The fact that we’re in this position pretty much automatically contradicts that, dumbass. Now go to sleep you fucking insomniac-ridden pigeon.
