Bang!
The doors burst open without warning, swinging wide as if the hinges themselves were caught off guard.
"Rise and shine, slackers! Time to drag yourselves out of bed, we're going on an outing!"
It was Dante.
Uninvited, loud as ever, and far too energized for six in the morning.
Aldrich sat up abruptly, the echo of the door slamming against the walls still ringing in his ears. Aydin groaned from the upper bunk, shuffling beneath the covers like a man betrayed.
Of all the ways to be woken, this had to be among the worst.
Brushing aside the immediate irritation, Aldrich blinked at the blinding morning light pouring into the room and muttered, "What now, Pendragon?"
Dante grinned as if he'd just discovered the secret to eternal youth. "What now, you ask? Well, I woke up to this glorious realization, we've got a free day ahead of us! And then it hit me…"
"No, no," Aldrich interrupted flatly, waving his hand. "Whatever it is that hit you, send it back. I'm not interested."
