Chapter Nine

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When Bart woke up to lazy sunlight worming its way through Jaime's blinds, he felt full. Satisfied. He was on top of Jaime and wrapped in Khaji Da's tendrils.

Before, this would have been his worst nightmare, he would have thought Jaime had blacked out or worse, and the scarab had taken over. Now, he just felt waves of love and comfort rippling of the two. It was still an adjustment though, but he would get over it.

A few chirps came from Khaji Da, and Jaime started to stretch, smiling. "Good Morning, conejito,"

"Morning. What's that mean?"

Jaime smiled wider, yawning. "quick little bunny"

Bunny? Bart pushed himself off Jaime's chest so that Khaji's tendrils fell off him and receded back into the scarab. "I'm not a bunny,"

"You're a quick little bunny, no matter what you say,"

"Nu'uh! No way! I am a cheetah! Not a stinkin' bunny!"

Jaime laughed, grabbing his phone from the bedside table. "You are a quick little bunny, no way to prove otherw- oh crap!"

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing, don't worry carino, it's just that we're late, like, really late-it's 10. Your great-grandparents will be worried sick, and the flash will probably send the dogs out for me, you weren't supposed to spend the night,"

"Oh!" Bart shot up and ran out the door, completely forgetting about his gloves on the way out.   

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