Malin opened his eyes, lying on a soft bed and staring at the carved ceiling above, experiencing for the first time the peculiar and bizarre hobbies of the wealthy. Rich people always liked to embellish their status with rarities. This bad habit seemed so strikingly similar across both time and space.
The pillow-turned-Clovis slept soundly, enjoying her first break from the clutches of a certain big-eared fox in days, which explained her particularly restful sleep, giving off a vibe of a world-weary fox.
There was no competition today, and Malin felt as though he had nothing to do... no, wasn't it about time he found a place to exercise himself?
The gym of a certain muscle-bound lady?