Nightly Battles
"Porthos, stop tugging at the blanket!"
"I only tug 'cause you keep stealing it, 'Mis!"
"You already have your part, and more! I'm freezing my ass off!"
"That can't be for you have the better part of this damn blanket."
"No, I don't! Jesus, as if it wouldn't be bad enough having to sleep in the same bed with this big moron, no, Monsieur isn't willing to share the only blanket in the room!"
"It's not my fault there are no other blankets."
"No, but it will be your fault if I freeze to death!"
"I'm sure Athos and d'Artagnan don't put up such a fuss over sharing a bed and a blanket."
"They are both lean."
"What did you say?"
"I said, they are lean."
"And we are not?"
"Well, I am…"
"So you call me fat?"
"I didn't say that."
"I heard very well what you didn't say. Humph!"
"Porthos! Enough! Give me that damn blanket – ok, you asked for it!"
"ARAMIS! What are you doing?"
"You don't want to share the blanket, so I'm going to share body heat."
"You're clinging to my back! Get off me, now!"
"Oh no, you are cosy and soft and warm…!"
"You sure you want to remain there the whole night through?"
"Hmm, let's wait and see. Sleep well, my friend."
Next morning:
"Athos, you have to see this! Pssst, be quiet!"
"Oh, aren't they cute? Poor guys only have one blanket."
"Why didn't they come over? We had two spare blankets."
"Maybe they like it that way?"
"Athos!"
„What?" They seem perfectly content."
„Ha, let's hope Porthos still looks so content once he finds out Aramis has drooled on him! Shall we wake them?"
„No, let's pretend we didn't see this. It'll be fun teasing Porthos about his wet shirt."
"And we better don't tell them about the extra blankets in our room."
"Not unless you have a death wish. Let's have breakfast."
"What the …? Bahhh, ARAMIS!"