CHAPTER 21: She was smiling

　　It was 6am when the ringtone of his phone caused him to woke up from his sleep.

　　Lancelot groaned as his eyelids parted. He had always been an early riser, but he didn't mind waking up late every now and then, especially when he had dreams like the one whoever was calling had just rudely interupted.

　　In his dream, he had seen her, but he would not go into details about that now.

　　Frowning, he turned to his bedside drawer where his phone lay in. When he saw the caller ID, he sprung up immediately. He clicked the answer icon and pressed the phone to his right ear.

　　As he did, Lancelot caught sight of his chest in his mirror. The hair on his skin was beginning to overgrow, he made a mental note to get rid of the rough parts of it later.

　　"Peter?"

　　"Good morning sir, I take it from the sound of your voice that I have just interupted your sleep."

　　Lancelot's brows furrowed in annoynace. What was wrong with this man?