"Huh? If your bed is the same size as mine, it should definitely fit two people... and I'm not that fat... am I?" Lillian asked in a concerned tone, pinching her stomach.
She stared at Marionette's stoic face that hadn't shifted at her words.
She raised an eyebrow, "Ookay... even if it's too small can't we just... y'know... hug each other really close? I don't see much of a problem." Lillian inquired.
She didn't know why but she felt like their role were reversed. Instead of Marionette being on the offensive—it was her.
Was it just her imagination?
Marionette turned her face back around, "You're sleeping here. That's final, Lillian." she ordered, her voice cold and indifferent as she walked off.
Lillian was left befuddled. Was it really just her imagination was their role actually reversed this time? She thought for a bit before smirking.
"How adorable..."