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Dwyer stood at the foot of her bed, shoulders hunched, as usual, eyes heavy, as usual. Mitama obviously didn’t want him here. He didn’t even want him here. Still, if he allowed her to sleep in then that was less naptime for him.
Mitama was definitely not on the list of people he would forgo naptime for.
“Request… denied.” He had a date with a shady spot somewhere, and no plans of skipping. There was only a momentary pause before he gripped the edge of the blanket nearest him and yanked.
“The cold morning air should put some pep in your step. Let’s go.”
Mitama curled up further in bed, certain that Dwyer would agree to her request. Her certainty was shattered as the blanket was yanked off her body, and a quiet scream left her lips. “Dwyer!” she cried out. “No, I don’t want to! Give me my blanket back!” She sat up and reached for the blanket, sleepy hands falling short. “You’re a monster. You’re--you’re as bad as a Faceless!”
