- How did you spend the last three days? - asked Yazz as he was entering the apartment. - Missed us?
- Ummm...- Maria looked very insecure.- Not quite, to be honest... - she glanced at the arguing roitelet and arcanian and sighed.
- Have they just started? - Yazz chuckled.
- Yeah...
- How adorable. - the tall boglodite grinned. - HEY! No fighting on my property. - his voice got serious enough for the electrokinetic and the alien to stop quarreling.
- They've decided to make peace for these three days. Tolerated each other long enough, no fights to split, and then this...
- IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING, YOU KNOW? - Griffin dashed forward, pushing the roitelet away. - We were eating what we want, going to sleep when we want, and we were wearing our pajamas pretty much all the time, getting out of them just to shower!
Rizel was just standing there, nodding. Yeah, it was nice. But the fact that Yazz found him in the kigurumi was still rather shameful for him.
In these three days it was just pure bliss, even though Maria overslept after sleeping on the balcony for the first night and then felt dizzy for the rest of the day. After passing her exam she was so happy that she went to McDonald's and bought over $25 worth of food, so they were stuffed enough to feel sleepy and sick. They weren't doing any dimension-hoppings, they just stayed home, because they just didn't feel the need to do all of these. They were alright at home. That forgotten feeling.
And now it all will start again, the same routine... It's...saddening.
He slowly slipped back into the room.

Yazz's voice caught him mid-change, as he was standing behind the wardrobe door, trying to pull his pants up:
- Ah, post-holiday hangover, right? - Yazz chuckled. - I know that feeling. Though if that'd make you feel better - we will be leaving soon for about a week. We'll most likely take Griffin too, so it will be just you, Maria, and maybe Chub and Boris too if they will decide to stay.
- Good to know. - he finally finished buttoning his shirt and looked out. - Oh, and by the way, you're sitting on my trench.
- Ouch, sorry. - Yazz moved a little, freeing the trench. - Either way, the dinner is ready.