Nightly Battles 2
"So, I hope you're not the clingy type at night, whelp!"
"Never heard any complaints in that regard."
"And you don't toss about?"
"Nope."
"Well, sounds like I'll get a good night's sleep, considering there are two blankets and a pleasant bedfellow. Good night, d'Artagnan."
"Night, Porthos."
Some hours into the night:
"Stop doing that!"
"Hmm?"
"I said stop. That's my shirt!"
"D'Artagnan?"
"Don't nibble at my shirt!"
"I don't … What the hell?"
"And no, that's enough for today, you'll become fat!"
"I'm not fat!"
"Okay, one last carrot, that's it, good boy."
"Good boy?! Are you talking to me, whelp?"
"Now get in your box. Yeah, that's my boy."
"The boy next to you will hit you if you don't shut up immediately!"
(…)
"Thank you!"
One hour later:
"No, please, stop nibbling at my earlobe, I'm ticklish!"
"Oh, not again, whelp! Get this horse out of your dreams and shut up!"
"Oh, Constance, that's nice …!"
"Argh, stop! I don't want to hear any of your sweet nothings! La la la la la la…."
"… mhhh, I like this …"
"La la la la la. D'Artagnan, wake up or shut up, it's enough!"
(…)
„Finally!"
Next morning:
"Good morning, Porthos. Did you sleep well?"
"After you stopped rambling I did indeed."
"What? Me? Rambling?"
"Yes, you talk in your sleep."
"That can't be!"
"I can tell you that you do. You talk loud and clear."
"What did I say?"
"Something about shirts and earlobes and someone becoming fat."
(?)
"First you had a talk with your horse, then with lovely Constance."
"Oh."
"Really, what's the matter with you guys? One clings to my back the whole night through, the other makes conversation! Athos, my friend, next time we have to share beds I beg you to join me."
"I can do that, Porthos."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"I'll try not to disappoint you."