I woke up with the sun. Remembering with a smile my permanent guest in my bed. I took my watch, I still have an hour before morning inspection, the kitchen was open.
I sneaked out of bed with the best of my ability until a firm grip hold my wrist;
''where do you think you are going Stupid Heat pad'' he said barely awake.
''Fetch Breakfast for my princess dumbass'' i said back.
''nice'' he said with a surprising too adorable voice to be fully awake, turning in the covers to sleep on my side. ''if there is bacon take me some''
He lifted his head;
''if you call me princess again, you are dead. Good cock or not''
''Fine, Asshole'' I added back.
''Don't even try to insult this. My asshole is the commanding force of this room''
I chuckled. Kiss his head and dress up enough to go to the Dining hall. It has snowed during the night. The temperature was finally endurable without all the layers.
''two plates'' I said to the cook.
''Sergeant, I know you are a big guy, but you know the rules''
''It's for me and my roommate'' I said.
The soldier with the apron smiled;
''houalala! Sergeant bringing breakfast to his roomate, she is lucky''
''Nah, he is just ungrateful and grumpy ''
He nodded , smiling, capturing the informations slowly:
''aahhh...yeah...right...I don't remember you with anyone?''
I nodded, making an embarrassed smile so he won't continue.
''can I have a strong morning tea and some extra slices of bread?''I asked the second soldier at the service station of the kitchen.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I came back to our room, he was now back in a cinnamon bun form with the blanket, only his nose and mouth out of the quilt.
''what kind of sorcery is this''He said ''I am already sleeping with you... why you bring me breakfast...You don't have to impress me more''
''I wake up early to eat in my room to avoid people as long as possible...So I guess it would be inconsiderate to not bring yours. Or worst, you would steal my food.''
His hand got out of the fabric, pointing at the tea cup:
''I guess, I also need to feed my blanket goblin'' I said smiling.
He sat under the covers, blanket over his head, grabbing the cup .
''I like this title more than Frozen Dove. Doves are pure, soft and weak. Goblins are small, creative, witty and mean. I relate way more ''
'' First Dove exists . Goblins don't. They are symbol of peace'' I said brushing his chin '' and indeed soft. Three things you are..existing, symbol of peace, soft and frozen''
