- Damn, Drear! Where are my clothes?! – Alberona shouted from the room.

Laxas, passing through the living room, threw a fleeting glance at the things of brunette. Grinning, guy followed to the kitchen.

- I don't know. Somewhere in the house, - said Laxas.

Cana cursed, trying to remember where yesterday was filmed clothes. But it was not so simple: everything that could recall Alberona since yesterday evening, is imperious kisses of Laxas. Promised herself that the next time she remembers precisely locate her clothes, the fortuneteller took Drear's shirt. Wearing a favorite article of clothing of Thunderer, she headed for the kitchen. Passing through the living room, Cana cursed, seeing her clothes. But she didn't want to wear her clothes.

- You know, Lax, I understand why you love this shirt, - announced Alberona, coming into the kitchen.

- Yes? - Drear broke away from the tea and looked at the girl. Purple shirt literally hung on the slender body, covering only most of chest. Laxas looked at fortuneteller and walked to her. – And why?

- It's really comfortable,- Cana nodded in agreement, correcting shirt over her chest. - I like it.

- Then how we will divide it? - Thunder hugged Alberona and vulgar grinned. - Shirt one, but two of us. What we are going to do?

- First, some breakfast - Cana smiled, grabbing a sandwich from the table.