The Talk

"Alright… Calm down, both of you. Maybe you're both still feeling agitated from the remnants of Dylan's pheromones. Why don't we head outside and get some fresh air?" I patted their shoulders as Cain took in a sharp breath and Orion mimicked the notion to humour me.

"Tsk! Fine… Only to stay on your good side." Cain furrows his brows and opens the door for me as I peered at his face in silence.

How is he so confident that he isn't on my 'bad side' by now?

"You may be right. It's kind of stuffy here… Why don't you hold onto that for me?" Orion sighs as he pulls off his shirt and tossed it onto my head before slipping into my arms.

"Uh..? Hey! I'm not your servant!" I grumbled as I grabbed his shirt and moved to chase after him to hand it back when he suddenly sprinted for the doors.