Tristan's Point Of View
"C'mon Tristan, let's get out now. Aren't you tired?" Sylvester asked me, as I played with the bubbles and the jets in the tub.
"I'm tired of you guys hiding things from me..." I replied, not looking in his direction.
"Wha-!? I did nothing, I swear! What's wrong Tristan?" Sylvester asked, picking me up out of the water.
Ironically enough, he genuinely seemed confused, and through the bonded link that we share I could tell he was being honest. Which meant the ones who were nervous and anxious were the two dummies trying to hide things from me earlier.
'Hmm? But Monday and Tuesday seem so far away... How to punish the fools?'
I pondered their punishment as Sylvester carried me off to bed. I needed a punishment that would be a punishment for them, but not so much for me. I suddenly had an epiphany. And I could feel the slow insidious smile spreading across my face.