"Wolfram."
"Mmmph. What? It's early."
"There's a naked man in our room."
Wolfram smirked suggestively and pulled Yuuri closer. "Tell me about it."
"I mean besides us."
"Go back to - whaaat?" The blonde boy sat straight up, his hand already reaching for his scabbard beside the bed. When his eyes adjusted to the low light, he let out an exasperated sigh and let it fall back to the floor.
"Yozak..." he growled. "Why are you in our room, naked, at four o'clock in the morning?"
The redheaded soldier straightened up from his failed attempt to walk silently and put one hand on his hip. "Alright, you caught me. Though honestly, if you don't want people sneaking into the castle through your room, you really shouldn't leave the window open like that."
"Yozak," Wolfram said through clenched teeth, his hands curling into fists. "We're on the third floor!"
The man lifted his eyebrows. "Oh really? Is it only that high? It felt like more." He pouted. "I must be getting old."
"At least cover yourself," Yuuri moaned, trying to shield his eyes behind his hand. Both Yozak and Wolfram ignored him dutifully.
"You never told me why you were sneaking into the castle at four o'clock in the morning, Yozak..."
Yozak rolled his eyes as though it were the dumbest question he'd ever heard. "I can't very well walk past the gate guards like this, can I? I'd never live it down. Honestly, Wolfram."
"Then where are your clothes?"
"In my room, of course."
"And why aren't you wearing them?"
He quirked an eyebrow. "Would you believe spontaneous combustion?"
"No."
"Lost them in a game of cards?"
"You always cheat."
"Rape attempt?"
"Not with that face."
"I was streaking past Gwendel's bedroom window?"
"...I might believe that."
"Great! Let's say it's that then," he chirped, then grinned and waved jovially as he sauntered out of the room.
