3

“Good morning sleepy head…”
“It’s the morning, how is that good?”
“You’re probably the grumpiest person in the world first thing in the day… yet still the cutest”

Sangre taps my nose with his finger, my response is to lazily try and bat his hand away.

“No… don’t boop my nose when I’m tired… harassment”

I bury my head face first into the cushion hoping my ‘harasser’ will leave me alone; no such luck. Before I knew what hit me (quite literally), Sangre whacks me with his pillow.