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“GO TO SLEEP!!!” Raged that annoying Evil Doppelganger, throwing a pillow at Arsene who just walked in. It hit Con, which was hilarious actually. Alessio bit his lip and ducked a little.

“My brother.” Arsene said, to which Alessio blinked, the information visibly loading like it was the blue screen of death.

“Pardon me, I think you dropped this.” The sassy robber added handing Con is sword-hilt. Hilarious, round of applause for the kleptomaniac, Alessio thought rolling his eyes almost affectionately.

Anyway, Alessio hurled his pillow flat in Evil Twin’s face to avenge Con. Totally to avenge Con.

“Goodnight.” Alessio said pointedly at Evil Twin, and then glanced at Sir Scary. Yeah, he hadn’t been swayed in the slightest. Devils, he didn’t want to see another person die. He fell back on the bed, suddenly realizing he couldn’t simply ‘grab his pillow back’ now because he was handcuffed. Devils.

Of course, he was only thinking of that to avoid thinking about all the memories this conversation had brought up. And the fact that he was sinking, suffocating in the mattress. Goodbye any chance of sleep now. His heart had accelerated enough to hammer its way out of his chest now. His skin was crawling and melting. He was sinking. Ok he hated this bed it was so soft it was going to murder him…

Alessio finally kicked the blankets off the bed and dropped on top of them.

“You take the bed.” He grumbled.