Chapter 2! O:

I decided to continue it. ;3

Sorry if it's a bit slow. I'll try picking up the pace. x33

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"Train, wake up," Sven mumbled out groggily, shaking the younger man a little as he twisted and contorted his body in weird angles. The ex-assassin gave out a long yawn, opening one eye slowly to catch sight of his partner. Getting up slowly, Train stared solemnly at him.

"I'm tired...nighty night," he cried out sluggishly, refusing to get up once more as he plopped towards the soft comfort awaiting him. The two fought over and over again, struggling to keep one up, and the other trying to stay where he was. Train yelped over a few course of seconds here and there a few times, kicking his legs back as Sven's hands clenched tightly to his waist, pulling him upwards with the utmost amount of strength.

Eve awoke to the scene, rubbing her eyes and looking completely lost. "Sven, Train...what are you two doing?" She mumbled out quietly, shocking the two men immediately after they had failed to realize the silent rustles of the girl in the bed just across from them.

Black Cat rolled up his sleeves and finally sent Sven towards the opposite of his being, breathing heavily and look just as tired as ever. "That man tried to wake me up! I'm sleepy!" He yelled out, the bell around his neck ringing ever so loudly. "And he should know that by now! He should, he should!" Train continued to mumble and yell out on and on while jabbing his finger in the air at Sven's direction. "He should know that you should never wake me up when I'm about as tired as hell!"

Eve rubbed her left eye softly, her feet spread across the flowered designs of the blanket that sank under the pressure of her weight, though it really wasn't that much.

"Train, I think Sven was trying to wake you up for something important. That's the only though that crossed my mind," she spoke calmly, her face absent with any emotion. Train was much more loss than he ever was, manly over her reasons to back up the older sweeper over and over again.

"Princess? Do you like Sven or something because you're always on his side, damn it!" The yellow eyed ex-assassin blared out with rage immediately afterward. He was terribly grumpy, and he wasn't showing any signs of mercy to anyone, not even the little blonde that was quite innocent, as usual.

"Stop it, Train! When does her thoughts ever concern you? Leave Eve out of this!" Sven shouted out at once, outraged over Train's absurd behavior. Eve played with her fingers, thinking over and over again about what he had just said as she blushed uncontrollably. "If you're going to get mad, just focus all of it on me! Stop being such a jerk," he ended his words with a slight shrug and a turn of the head.

Train licked his lips greedily, smiling and laughing softly as well. "Goodness you two! I got it, I got it!" He said, seeming as if he had surrendered, hands up in the air as he lifted his feet from off the mattress. "I got it all, Sven-baby," he mumbled out gently, tracing his collar bone before leaving the room, giggling to himself slightly.

"Mhm, Sven...," Eve muttered out as she stared at his figure fade off into the distance.

Sven's face turned an interesting red, covering his neck area as he sped out the door. "E-Eve, get dressed, I'll get breakfast!" He spurted out with an unnecessary amount of energy in his voice, and that of frustration and confusion. it was obvious how he felt after that awkward moment between the two, and the little girl couldn't help but think about it to herself.

"Mhm...okay...," she said, hopping off the bed, opening the dresser as she spotted her dress.

it was black with frilly little laces tied at the end of them which neatly tied in the essence of the article of clothing all together.

"Train! Get your butt over here!" Sven yelled immediately afterward, making sure his figure was far away from the door. He didn't want Eve to wonder what was happening and peek out to eavesdrop. That would be terribly unnecessary. "I want to have a word with you, so just come over here, all right?" The older man asked, trying to be as formal as possible.

The ex-assassin shivered faintly, of course, just acting. "Oh, I'm in big trouble from Sven!" He muttered shaking in his shoes as he walked on over obnoxiously, laughing heavily. His voice trailed off after seeing how serious his partner was, and continued to let his loud uproar simmer down to a chuckle until it was non-existent. "W-woah. Look, are we going to get breakfast or not? I call a crepe...dessert for breakfast!"

"Stop changing the subject, damn it!" Sven shouted, quite tired of his childish behavior. "Look, stop doing that, all right? Especially in front of Eve! Never will you do that again! Ever!" He went on, holding onto his hat casually, glaring down at the shorter sweeper. Train looked bleak, not shifting his head, but his gaze went from left to right constantly.

"Right...let's get breakfast now. Hamburgers for you?" He asked, turning around as he hummed a little chime to himself.

Sven looked delusional. When will that man ever take things seriously? Was it in his head or was he to forget about their conversation later on?

"This is serious business," he muttered, following the caramel haired sweeper, gripping his briefcase as he slowly, but surely, walked off to him side by side. "I don't like it when you play around like that, Train," he grumbled, not looking at him but instead, eyes set on the floor in front of them.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied, shutting his eyes as the two walked off to get a meal. Eve must have been hungry after all that time racking up the cards they left out just a bit earlier. Might as well give her a reward, right?