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...why am I in your bed... - Choi Han

He shifted to get warmer. Choi Han couldn't remember the last time he felt this relaxed. With the ongoing war with White Star and all the deaths, this peace was a welcome break. Except...weren't they about to go to the Henituse territory to fight White Star one-on-one? This was the moment Cale had been dreaming of for months, surely he wouldn't be letting him sleep so well.

How was he getting this break? He blinked a couple times and only then did he notice the fluffy blanket he was grasping as if his life depending on it. He realised the material under him was a high-quality mattress. 'Did his highness supply this?' He then looked over to his side and jumped up in bed.

"HAA?!-"

He cut off his own scream as his gaze lingered on the sleeping figure who was propped up against the bed's backboard. 'CALE HENITUSE?! WHY AM I IN A BED WITH THAT TRASH?!?' His mind raced. Maybe the bastard crawled into his bed to wake him up but fell asleep. Maybe the trash had gotten drunk so forgot where his room was and went to sleep next to him, unknowing he was there.

 His face morphed from absolute horror into disgust before turning again into confusion as he really looked at the red head. 'This man is not the man I was going to war with... He's... too young. Barely over 20. The man I've been through battles with is far older.' 

His eyes narrowed. He observed the man's position; his head against the head board, his arms crossed, his glasses placed on the bridge of his nose, and a blanket covering his lap. Tsking, he went to grab his sword from the scabbard before realising he hadn't his sword on him. 'I always sleep with my sword... What is going on? Where am I?' As his thoughts raced - jumping from conclusion to conclusion - there was movement under the blanket that laid over Cale's lap.

Raon stirred from where he was peacefully snoozing when he heard the outburst. He then looked up before flying up and glaring at the red head he was just using as a pillow. He yelled with a scolding tone, jerking the man awake. Choi Han choked in a surge of guilt of the sudden appearance of the baby dragon; a baby dragon he was quite sure he had killed long ago. How did that bastard save him? He could've been saved...?

"Human!" The little dragon shook Cale, puffing his cheeks out. Cale grimaced at the feeling of little claws piercing through his shirt, before pulling and pushing him around. He groaned and cracked open his eyes. The little angry face would usually scare Cale, but he just looked onto the cute little kid with confusion. He soothingly patted the top of the dragon's head with his other hand pushing himself up. 

"What? Keep your voice down. Did you have a nightmare?" He cocked his head to the side. Raon headbutted his chest, causing him to wince. Choi Han looked on with concern; that kid must need a thousand washes to clean off that bastard's stink. And that kid did it to himself. He shook his head and thought how it must've been the undeveloped braincells. And possible previous concussions if he headbutts a lot of people, with harder abs.  

"Why are you sleeping on the headboard!? You're not supposed to sleep like that! I'll tell Goldie Gramps!" 

"You don't have to go that far. Where else am I meant to sleep? Tell me that." Cale gestured to the rest of the bed. Choi Han followed his hand and his eyes widened at the rest of the people who took up space on the bed he was also residing. There were so many people, and this bed was so wide. Was this not just a WHOLE ASS CARPET at this point. How the hell did anyone afford a room like this? Wasn't this for mental patients?? So they don't hurt themselves??

'Lock, Rosalyn, that one mercenary, cats, other wolves?! I didn't know other ones were alive. Why are they Arm members in here? That blonde girl (whoa what happened to her face-) and her brother, that dragon-killing thing— IS THAT FUCKING CLOPEH IN THE CORNER-'  Choi Han couldn't act, but even if he could, the sheer intensity of the image in front of him caused him to be slack-jawed.