"Squid!" Plop.

I cackled, the sound of Tenta turning into a squid in real life was strangely hilarious to me. In his squid form he glared at me, angrily squeaking and probably assuming I was making fun of him. In response I laughed even harder.

We had spent the next couple of days my room going over some English words, and I had managed to teach him some commands as well. It may seem weird to teach an inkling -who was practically a human- commands, but how else would I be able to teach him English? It's not like we had an English to Inkese textbook available to purchase on amazon. So far he had learned a handful of words like "Eat" and "Good", as well as our names. He struggled with pronouncing a few of them at first, but eventually he got the hang of them, although he never managed to say my name correctly, settling for "Willy" for short, though he pronounced it "Will-ee" instead. He's probably doing it on purpose at this point, since he's a little bastard.

After a couple of pokes from yours truly, he morphed back, nipping my finger with his teeth in agitation. I yelped, pulling back my poor injured appendage and sucking the blood from it before pointing at Tenta with my uninjured finger on my other hand and saying one word, "Bad."

Asshole childishly stuck his tongue out at me, silently gloating. I decided that his sides needed a fast and frantic finger dance on them to teach him a lesson. He screeched, falling down onto the floor and cackling as my fingers tickled his small yet athletic body. He kicked his legs and tried to shove me away, but I kept coming after him, his laughter only getting harder and louder. I eventually let up on him when I saw his fight begin to weaken, and soon the only sound in the room was his wheezing of recovery.

Terrell opened the door to my room, sticking his head inside and jiggling the car keys, "C'mon, let's go to the clothes store. I'm sure I'm not the only one that's noticed that Tenta's been stinking up the place with his clothes. We gotta get him some replacements."

I turned my head back at Tenta, whose eyes were closed but he was still very much awake, probably just resting. I noticed him messing with his shirt with a hand, obviously uncomfortable in it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's noticed too. Been snappy lately," I looked down towards my injured finger, "Do you want us to wash him while you're out? I mean, I'm not sure how we'll do that given his species are hydrophobic, but 'Lyss and I can work out something."

Terrell shook his head, "Nah, we're taking him with us. You've told me before how inklings are all about being 'fresh', so we might as well let him pick out clothes that he wants. You can make a bath for him when we get back home."

"Gotcha. Tenta, let's go," I tapped the resting inkling, who was still wheezing slightly. He opened his eyes up into a glare, before groaning and slowly standing up and stretching. I started walking out my bedroom door, and he followed close behind, a disgruntled look on his face.

Reaching the front door of the house, I turned to my older brother.

"Well, we can't just walk out there with an inkling behind us, if he's coming with us how're we supposed to hide him?"

Before Terrell had a chance to respond, Tenta gurgled something in his language and morphed into a little pink squid, slithering over to my school bag, which I hadn't moved since day one. He sat beside it for a second, before looking at me with an expectant glint in his lime eyes. I rolled my eyes, snatching up the bag and dumping out the contents on the couch, setting it back on the ground and letting Tenta slip his way inside.

Picking up the bag, I zipped it up but left a small opening for Tenta to see out of if he chose to. I lifted the bag to my face, whispering a terrible threat to the inkling, "If you stink up the bag your bath is going to be full of humiliating rubber ducks and bubbles."

He chirped unknowingly in response. Perfect.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I walked out the door with Terrell in front, spotting the black van in the driveway. Alyssa suddenly zoomed past me as I was making my way towards the front passenger seat of the car, opening the door to it and rushing inside. I didn't even get a chance to exhale before the car door shut with a slam. I could see her in the car looking directly at me, cackling. Pissed, I turned to Terrell and hoped he'd say something, but he just shrugged.

"She got in the seat first."

Growling under my breath, I stomped my way over to the back seat door of the car, tossing the bag in and hopping in before slamming the door shut. It took me a moment to remember that Tenta was inside the bag I just crudely tossed, so I zipped it open and peeked inside to check if he was okay.

I was met with an angry squirt of ink to the face.

I spat and sputtered for a moment, wiping the pink ink off my face and my glasses as I watched Tenta hop out of the bag and onto the seat. He morphed back into kid form and huffed, putting on his seatbelt before crossing his arms and looking away angrily. Alyssa was still laughing from the passenger seat, arms wrapped around her sides as her cackles shook her body.

"I probably deserved that," I admitted bitterly, wiping the remaining ink off my forehead and flicking it off onto the floor. Tenta didn't respond.

Terrell then hopped into the car in the driver seat, inserting the key into the ignition and turning on the car. He backed out of the driveway and made his way onto the road, and then we were off to the clothes store.

The ride there wasn't very eventful at first. We lived in a town in a rural area, but in a neighborhood that had some really nice houses. Inklings in the game lived in Inkopolis, which is a big city setting, so this location was much different than what Tenta was used to. He was looking out the window in awe, the inkling taking in a whole new setting. I could hear him gurgling quietly to himself as he gazed outside, his lime eyes following the passing street lights. I smiled lightly, finding the whole sight to be adorable as hell.

In the midst of me watching Tenta, Terrell reached an arm over to the radio and turned up the volume and played our favorite station, one that plays R&B. It was a family favorite, all of us liking the same songs that would play on the station, and sometimes we'd sing along on good days. We weren't feeling that spirit, but I could notice Alyssa tapping her finger to the beat and humming as she scrolled down her social media as well as Terrell lightly nodding his head.

I turned my gaze back to Tenta and saw him gently swinging his head from side to side, a relaxed smile on his face and his eyes closed. His tentacles were bouncing around in his ponytail; I constantly have to restrain myself from messing with them when I see them bobbing. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of Tenta enjoying the music so deeply, as though he were completely immersed into the song like his ink. It was adorable, everything in his appearance was adorable, his actions only emphasizing his cuteness. Eventually the song ended and he stopped, continuing to look out the window of the car and gaze at the flat lands we called home. I was disappointed, slightly, and went back to looking at my phone.

After a while we made it to the clothing store when the sun was long gone. I instructed Tenta to hop back into the bag in squid form, the inkling doing so with a grumpy squeak. "Snappy, are you?" I muttered under my breath, zipping the bag up but leaving a hole he could see out of. I slung the bag around my shoulder and headed inside with my two family members and squid.

We had spent some time in the store, going to different sections and checking out all the clothes. I would hold up the bag that held Tenta in my hands as we walked around, and whenever we heard excited squeaking we could tell he caught his eye on something. He squeaked a lot. A lot. We ended up getting a rather big array of clothing, going from flashy t-shirts to monochrome pants, an inkling with no simple fashion sense he was. Half the shirts we got for him had text on them, we hadn't even taught him to read yet and he was insistent on it.

The clothes store was closing soon and we've already gotten enough weird looks with all the squeals and squeaking coming from my bag, so we eventually headed out of the store, bags full of clothes for all four of us but mostly Tenta. I could feel the school bag in my arms aggressively wiggle around, Tenta eager to get out and look at all his clothes we just got him. It's a wonder how Terrell manages to make so much money at one job to be able to afford this and so much more.

When we got home we set the bags on the floor of the living room, all of us giving collective sighs. I went to unzip my school bag, and as soon as I did so Tenta came springing out of the bag, excited to see all of his clothes that we got for him. He launched himself towards the shopping bag that carried most of his clothes, taking out each of the random garments and looking over them with eager eyes, not sure what he wanted to try on first. Terrell chuckled, walking over and yanking the clothes out of Tenta's hands, the squid boy producing a small whine.

"You'll be able to choose what you want to wear tomorrow, but first you need to shower and put on some pajamas. It's almost eleven, little man." He stated, picking out some yellow button-up pajamas in the bag and handing them to a grumbling Tenta. The inkling took the clothes and trudged his way up the stairs to the bathroom, Salt following him and mewling quietly. We amusedly watched him until he left our sights, so then we began putting away the clothes to our separate rooms and drawers.

I was messing with google translate on my laptop in my room, typing in random gibberish and laughing when I heard the pronunciations, when I heard a distant screech, no doubt from Tenta in the bathroom. I glanced up towards my bedroom door, before sighing and backspacing to rid the translator of my current word, "booshieploosh", in case Alyssa came in while I was gone to snoop on there. She was the blackmail queen.

I was walking to the bathroom when I heard Tenta screech again, sounding startled. Rolling my eyes, I made it to the bathroom door and knocked, calling out to the inkling inside and asking him if he needed help. There was a slight pause before Tenta opened the door, covered in nothing but a towel around his waist. With the bandages all over his body now removed by Alyssa, I could get a clear view of the scarring. Unfortunately he didn't give me much time to really examine them, as he glanced up at me for a moment before taking one of my hands and yanking me inside the bathroom.

I yelped as he tugged me inside, the force behind his pull surprisingly weaker than I expected but it still startled me. "You could've just said I could come in, y'know," I sarcastically muttered, Tenta paying no mind to my attitude. "And your hand is wet! Could've dried it off first…"

He ignored my muttering and instead pointed at the water coming from the shower head, "That?"

I glanced at him for a moment, before looking back at the shower, "You mean the water?"

"Wa-wat-ah?" He stuttered, confusion spreading across his face. He reached forward and held his hand out in front of the water raining down from the shower head, yelping when the liquid splashed against his skin.

"Tenta no watah!" He exclaimed with disgust as he shook his hand to flick the water off, "Watah bad! No! No!"

"Why'd you stick your hand in the water if you knew you didn't like it?! Even then, why don't you like the water?" I questioned him, taking my hands and cuping them then collecting water from the shower. Once I had a decent amount, I pulled back my hands and showed Tenta the water in them.

"Water's good. See? It's fine." I tried to reassure him. He wasn't having it though, shaking his head and huffing through his nose. Stubborn bastard.

"C-Clea...clean no watah?" He asked, reaching to turn the shower off.

I gave him an odd look as I dumped the water back in the tub, "How the hell are you gonna get yourself clean with no water?"

He hesitated and shrunk back, "...I dunno. Tenta have no watah at bath...ink. Ink bath."

Ink bath? "Ink bath?"

He nodded, "Ink bath! Clean at ink, good ink, no...it- uh…" He scrunched up his face, frustrated from his lack of English vocabulary. "Bath...clean Tenta. Ink bath clean. No know more word. C-Com...comp...compli-complica…"

"Complicated?" I finished for him, surprised that he managed to figure out the meaning of that long ass word in just a couple of days.

"That! Yes! Hard...say that Tenta think. Teach Tenta English more, please!"

I pointed to the tub, "You gotta get clean first."

"No!"

"Tenta!" I exclaimed in exasperation, "You gotta get clean!"

"Soap, no water! No, no, no!"

"Tentaaaaa." I whined, trying to pull the inkling into the tub with one of his arms. I had to get him clean sooner or later and I was leaning toward the 'sooner' side as I grew more and more impatient.

"No!" He shrieked as he scrambled to resist my pull. "Tenta like no watah! Will-ee, stop! No!"

"It's just water! I'm pretty sure you won't die if you take a shower in it! How do you even get clean with an 'ink bath'? We don't have those here, you gotta use water!"

"No! Uh...Fuck you!" Tenta screeched moments before leaning forward and chomping down on my hand, his sharp fangs digging into my flesh with little issue.

I yelped in pain and struggled to get Tenta to let go, trying to pry his jaw open with my other hand. After a few moments, the inkling opened his jaw and stepped back, wiping away the blood dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand as he glared up at me.

"You little bastard!" I shrieked in disbelief, watching the wound on my hand grow more and more red with more blood seeping out of it than I had ever seen before in my life. What the fuck is up with that inkling?

Suddenly, we both heard knocking from the door.

"Will? Tenta? Are you okay? I heard yelling, is something up?" Terrell asked in heavy concern as he knocked. "Are you hurt or anything?"

"Ah…" I started as I struggled to think up an excuse, "Um, we're just fine! I accidentally scraped my hand against the corner of the sink and I'm bleeding a bit but I'm good! Just gotta bandage it up!"

"Do you need any help with the bandages?"

I looked down at Tenta, who was staring up at me with a sly smirk. I cupped my uninjured hand over his mouth and shoved him into the shower, holding him down despite his intense squirming.

"No, I'm good! We're just fine! Thanks!"

"How's Tenta, is he okay?"

Tenta did his best to yell from behind my hand, but it fell on deaf ears and I fortunately wasn't going to get in trouble. He desperately tried to pry my hand off of his mouth, his fingers digging into my skin as he struggled. He was definitely making this a lot harder than it needed to be.

"Oh...Uh, yeah, he's fine! Just helping him work the shower and showing him where the first aid is!"

There was a pause.

"Oh, alright! Call me if you need anything." Terrell eventually stated, prompting a sigh of relief from me as I continued to hold a still very much struggling Tenta down inside the bathtub.

I waited for a moment to make sure my brother had gone away, then released my hold on Tenta. He gasped for air and launched himself out of the tub, landing on the bathmat and glaring up at me with the biggest death glare I've ever seen on an inkling.

He stood there, covered in rapidly cooling water and was starting to shiver, but refused to move. He was definitely pissed, his hands were holding the towel around his waist in a deathgrip and his ears were twitching ever so slightly.

I put on a sly, mocking grin, "See? You're not dead. You're clean now!"

Tenta didn't respond, averting his gaze to the floor. Water slowly traveled down his body and pooled into the bathmat, yet he wasn't moving.

I sighed, guilt starting to creep up in my stomach, "Look, you had to get clean one way or another, and water's the only way to do it here."

"Fuck you." He spat in a harsh tone. Despite only knowing one phrase involving an English curse word, he knew how to use it really well and it didn't help at all to fight back the guilt.

I threw my hands in the air in exasperation, "Okay! Fine. I'm sorry. Whatever. We probably could've found another way to get you clean but I made a rash decision and did something stupid. 'M sorry."

Even though he only recognized the word 'sorry', Tenta still smiled and gave me a thumbs up to let me know he accepted it. He didn't seem too happy about being wet, but it looked like he was ready to put it past him and just move on. I was grateful for that, to be honest.

Eventually, I wrapped bandages around my bitten hand and stepped out the bathroom to give Tenta some time and privacy to dry off and get his clothes on. To get myself together after that bit of a mess, I slapped my hands onto my face and dragged them down slowly as I walked to my room.

In the middle of my stride, I felt a hand grab my shoulder and force me to turn around. I was blessed with the horrid sight of my sister.. She had her glasses on, but her hair was let loose instead of a bun and she was dressed in a yellow nightgown.

"The fuck happened to your hand?" She asked, grabbing my injured hand without giving me much warning and examining it. "The bandaging on this is awful but not the most ineffective, did you do this?"

"Yeah, I did." I muttered, "What do you want? I'm going to bed."

Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest, "I don't want anything. Terrell just told me to tell you that Tenta's bunking in your room tonight."

I did a double-take, "I'm sorry, what?"

She waved her hand around in a discarding manner, "Somethin' about washing the sheets since he stunk them up pretty bad. You'll live."

I performed an exaggerating groan and slouch to show how truly upset I was at this misfortune, "Why can't he sleep in your rooooom?"

"My room's cluttered enough as it is." She snapped, "Plus, Pepper likes to wander in there during the night and I don't think Tenta would take that too well."

"Well then, why not Terre-"

"Will, you're the asshole the inkling's hung out with for the most and seems to trust. You can handle one night of the inkling snoozing in your nasty, boy room." Alyssa huffed as she turned on her heel and made her trek back to her room around the corner.

After a pause, she stepped back out into the hallway. "Plus, would you wanna sleep in the room of the biggest, roughest looking family member in the house?"

I gave it some thought, "Well, if there was a burglary I could use the biggest and strongest person t-"

"Nevermind." My sister rolled her eyes, "But, yeah, don't do anything stupid. You don't have many friends, but the ones you do have, you made quick. Knowing you, you and that inkling would probably destroy this place once you became buds or whatever."

"Probably not considering he decided to sink his teeth into my goddamn hand…" I muttered under my breath.

"He bit you?"

I stared at Alyssa.

She stared at me.

I stared at Alyssa.

She stared at me.

…

"Nah."

"Will. you just said-"

"No, I didn't."

"Did he really bite you? Is that what the bandages are for?"

"What bandages?"

"Will, I am this close to walking back over to you and smacking the shit out of you."

"What did I do?"

"Will."

I barked out a laugh as my sister grew more frustrated with my bullshit. She growled and folded her arms, irritation setting in as she tapped her foot against the carpet.

She turned back toward her room and let out a sharp sigh. "Fine! Be like that. I'll be in my room where you won't be gaslighting me. 'Guess that's what I get for being concerned."

"G'night!"

She didn't say g'night back.

I ran my hand through my hair as I walked back to my room. First my finger, and now my goddamn entire hand, that inkling really needs to calm his teeth. Or fangs. Beak? Squids have beaks. He really needs to calm his beak.

As soon as I stepped into the room, I felt something rush past me and watched as the now clothed Tenta sped toward the bed and belly-flopped onto it with a loud whoop of joy. He bounced once, then twice, and then he lay flat on the mattress with his face shoved into the sheets.

After a pause, he looked up at me and flashed a quick grin, chirping something in a happy tone. His yellow button-up pajamas seemed to fit him a little loosely, but he didn't look like he minded it much. In fact, he seemed to love it, the fabric did look pretty soft and smooth.

As he wrapped my blankets around himself, I grabbed my toothbrush and then went over to chose my pajamas for the night. He stared curiously as I sifted through the different shirts I could potentially wear to bed, until I eventually chose a washed out, yellow shirt and dark green sweatpants.

Tenta proceeded to make the most loudest, disgusting, exaggerated gagging sound I had ever heard in my entire life. In the moment, I thought he was dying. Literally.

I glanced over to him after my initial panic faded away and realized that his eyes were on my pajamas. I looked down at them and checked to see if there was some sort of bug on them that had crawled in my drawer and died or something, but I didn't see any cockroach legs or exoskeleton. Shrugging, I made my way to the door and left Tenta to deal with whatever crisis is going on with him.

"No! No, no no no no no no no no!" I heard him nearly shriek, and whipped back around to see him clambering out of the blankets and off of the mattress. He had a panicked look on his face as he sprinted to me and yanked the clothes out of my hands with a firm tug.

"Hey!" I yelled, trying to make a grab to steal my pajamas back. He wasn't having it, though, and promptly threw the clothes into the trash can by the door. Y'know, the trash can that is full of discarded plastic bottles of half drunk soda that's spilt everywhere in there. That one.

I stared in disbelief at the trash can for a couple of seconds, then glared at Tenta, who wasn't even paying attention. Instead, the fucker had reopened the drawers and was urgently looking for something in them, taking out random shirts and discarding them by throwing them to the floor.

"What are you even doing?" I asked desperately with my hands clenching the sides of my head, trying to understand what the hell was taking place here.

Eventually, Tenta backed away from the drawers with two pieces of clothing: a dark grey tanktop and black sweatpants. He seemed pleased with the clothes in his arms, a large smile on his face as he looked down at them in his hands. Then, he stared up at me and promptly shoved them into my chest.

"Wghh!" I choked in surprise as the clothes were thrusted into my arms, adjusting my stance to deal with the shove. "What's this for? Why do you want me to wear these? And why the hell did you throw away my other clothes?!"

Tenta shrugged, "Ugly."

I took in a deep breath, opened my mouth to begin to say something I thought that made sense but really didn't, and then closed my mouth because I had just remembered trying to reason with an asshole who wasn't multilingual would make me look even dumber.

I sighed in defeat, "Fine. Sure, I'll wear these clothes if it makes you happy." There goes one of my favorite sets of pajamas in the trash.

As I left the room, I heard Tenta let out a large whoop of joy and then what presumably seemed to be him belly-flopping right back onto the bed. Still feeling a little disgruntled, I shook my head and huffed through my nose as I stepped into the bathroom to do my business.

Once I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back to my room, noticing that all the lights in the house were off except mine. That was Terrell's code for 'please stay in your rooms or I'll think you're a burglar because it's dark and I'm tired'. I yawned as I approached the doorway, ready to get some shuteye in.

Stepping into the room, I saw Tenta sitting on my bed and also Salt there with him. The inkling was laying on his stomach, hands reaching out in front of him and gently scratching the top of the kitten's head. He cooed at her in his language, murmuring quietly as he moved from scratching her behind the ears to underneath her chin. She was meowing in delight through it all, her blue eyes closed in bliss as her white tail gently swirled and curled around.

I stood and watched for a little bit, choosing to let Tenta have his fun with the kitten for a little bit. They kept on for a short time more, until Tenta began to doze off in the midst of petting Salt and his head started slumping to the side. Salt recognized that he was falling asleep and meowed one last time before hopping off the bed and zooming out of the room, most likely to join Pepper in wandering around the house late at night and passing out who knows where.

Turning my gaze back to Tenta, I could tell that he was almost totally gone, the only thing letting me know he was awake was him still murmuring something in his language, but the speech was slurred and occasionally stopped once in a while. It would pick up again eventually, but much quieter and slower than before as the fight to resist sleep eventually died off.

Gently closing the bedroom door, I shut off the lights and put my glasses on top of my dresser as I prepped myself for bed. I walked up to my bed and slowly pulled the blankets over Tenta's back and over his shoulders to protect him from the nightly cold. I flinched when his ear twitched, but after a second of holding my breath and keeping still, I managed not to accidentally wake him up and exhaled a silent sigh of relief.

I looked around the room for a second blanket, planning to sleep on the carpet floor since Tenta had taken ownership of the bed. I was going to give it to him anyway, since it always felt wrong to me to take up the bed while the guest took the floor. I wasn't able to find a blanket, so I just groaned and laid down next to the bed with nothing to cover me. It wasn't terrible, it wasn't overly chilly and I didn't mind the carpet. It was soft. Dirty and gross since I always forgot to clean it, but soft.

Shifting into a comfortable position, I closed my eyes and slowly embraced the dream world.

"GAK!" I yelped as someone stepped onto my chest. That certain someone yelped and tripped, flopping to the floor with a loud thump. Rubbing the sore area on my chest with my hand, I sat up and did my best to rub my eyes away of their sleepiness.

"...Tennnt?" I mumbled, focusing my eyes on the dark shape just inches away from me sprawled out on the floor. Tenta groaned and slowly propped himself up on his arms, pushing himself to his feet and turning around to meet my gaze.

He blinked in surprise, "Will-ee?"

"Thas' me." I sighed, "Why are you awake?"

"Um…" He glanced off to the side with a sheepish smile, "B-bath...rooooom?"

I groaned, "You could've done that without tripping over me. Don't you inklings have night vision or something?"

Tenta tilted his head, "Eh? V-visson?"

I shook my head and waved my hand toward the door, "Go, do your business and be quick about it."

The inkling nodded and without further hesitation, rushed out into the hallway and into the bathroom. With the slam of the door and the click of the lock, I immediately collapsed back down onto the carpet and slowly exhaled, bringing my hands to my face and dragging them down in slight exasperation. I was still so goddamn tired and getting my sleep interrupted was the best way to get me irritated.

Tenta soon came back to the doorway and still looked pretty tired too. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning, but quickly tried to perk himself up once he noticed me staring at him.

"Goodnigh..." He said quietly as he turned back into the hallway, missing the t at the end of the sentence. He was leaving. Where was he going?

"Where are you going?" I asked him in the midst of his departure. He turned around and gave me an odd look, tilting his head to the side yet again.

"Where?...Uh…" He made a funny face as he thought up his response, puffing his cheeks and furrowing his brow, "Tenta...sleep at Tenta bed."

I shook my head, remembering that I never gave him the memo, "You're sleeping in my bed tonight. Your sheets are getting washed."

He made a confused noise, "Tenta sleep at Will-ee bed?"

"Yeah."

Tenta murmured something to himself, "...Will-ee sleep at Will-ee bed. Tenta sleep at...in floor."

"Nooo." I chided him while shaking my head, "You sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. You-" I pointed at the bed, "-will sleep up there. I-" I pointed at the carpet, "-will sleep down here. Got it?"

"No!"

I groaned, "Tentaaaa."

"Tenta sleep in floor!" He stated with a determined tone, staring at me in the eye with a firm glare.

I pointed at the bed, "Please get up there and go back to sleep."

He decided to be a copycat and pointed at the bed himself, "Will-ee sleep!"

"Tenta."

With one cheerful "fuck you!" Tenta plopped down right onto the floor next to me, let out an extremely FAKE yawn, and pretended to be asleep. He even gave a couple fake snores to really look the part.

"Tenta, please get on my bed." I pleaded, to which the fucker responded with an extremely loud, obnoxious snore. Alright, we're doing this the hard way.

Standing up, I briskly bent down and picked up Tenta bridal style in one swoop. He yelped in shock, and I didn't give him enough time to fight back before I threw him face-first onto the bed. Once the inkling got a pleasant face-full of blankets, he stood up and turned around, looking pissed.

My response was to grab him by the face, hold him down despite his struggling, and frantically wrap the blankets around his body. That doesn't sound right. I'm doing this out of pure generosity, I swear.

When I finished, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Tenta was wrapped up haphazardly in a cocoon made of a single blanket, the only part of his body showing being head. One of his ears was pinned underneath the blanket while the other was out, giving him a funny and uneven look. Tenta himself was pouting, his cute, pink cheeks puffed out and everything. He looked adorable, and to have bested him like this was one of the greatest feelings ever.

I flashed him a cocky grin, "Goodnight, Tenta!"

"Noooooo." He whined with a defeated tone hinted in his voice, struggling against the cocoon wrapped around him but to no avail.

I could hear him huff and strain to break himself free from the cocoon as I laid back down on the carpet, but I knew he wasn't getting out anytime soon.

Knowing that I won in this argument, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.