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I groggily woke up in my tent. Stretching and yawning. I opened my eyes and fluttered my lashes, only to find Dior's foot on my face, and he snuggled Kaylo's leg like a pillow. Turns out, he crashed with us last night since Rhead never showed up from his tent. I scrunched my nose as I nudged Dior's foot aside. My jaw hurts. I think he kicked me in the face last night.
I groaned and hit Dior's leg with my hand.
"Megan, make me your fox and do cunning things to me." He mumbled.
I shot him with a bewildered look with my half-closed eyes.
He continued mumbling nonsense, so I shook my head, grabbed my pillow, and smacked him on his butt, calling his name to rouse him from his dreamland.
Instead, Kaylo stirred at the sound of my voice, blinking his eyes open. I watched his movements as he slowly got up, and his gaze landed on his leg, which was still tightly held by the soundly sleeping Dior. He gently tried to free his leg from Dior's grip without waking him up. As he succeeded, he cast a bemused glance at the still-oblivious Dior and then turned to me with an impassive expression.
Kaylo quietly mouthed, "What is he doing?" as we both observed Dior's peculiar sleeping position.
I stifled a laugh and whispered, "I have no idea, but he seems to be having a good time."
I nudged Kaylo, signaling him to wake Dior up. He scrutinized his brows, unsure about waking Dior up. He looked hesitant for a moment before I encouraged him with a nod, and he quietly reached out to Dior, tapping his back while calling his name to rouse him from his deep slumber.
I shut my eyes and shook my head before slamming my hand against his butt making a loud whack which made him instantly wake up.
Dior jolted awake with a start, confusion evident on his face. "What the heck, Megan?" he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry to break your heart, but it's your friend Seve Auxeroius, not Megan Fox," I scoffed, "Time to rise and shine, Sleeping Beast. We've got a day ahead." I chuckled rolling my eyes at Dior's bewildered expression.
Dior groaned, "You could've just said that instead of assaulting my butt like that"
As he sat up, I stated, "Well, it was certainly effective."
Kaylo gently reached his hand to Dior's head, fixing his disheveled hair.
"Aww, thank you," Dior chimed with a high-pitched tone, appreciating the unexpected grooming.
I smiled at them, and we got fresh afterward; we stepped outside our tents to grab breakfast. To our surprise, we saw Rhead and Sarah standing in front of the line, patiently waiting for their food.
