There are different types of mornings.
Some were peaceful, while some were hectic.
But then, every now and then, you get those mornings where you wish you could pretend you never woke up.
Maybe if you continued to shut your eyes, you could pretend that nothing had happened.
Just like today.
It was a very hot day, even with the temperature controls, but one Imperial Crown Prince was wearing a questionable turtleneck as he completed today's training requirements.
And frankly, that wouldn't have bothered an observant adjutant if only his boss wasn't being followed around by a shorter, albeit glowing tail.
Their guild leader.
A very enthusiastic one.
For one little chipmunk, this was a rather short story.
But for one battered wolf, it was a sleepless tale.
Xavier woke up to a sudden itchy feeling.
At first, he thought it was because he wasn't used to having someone flushed against him.