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Bedside Service
Short Story
It is really easy for me to lose track of time when I’m experimenting and reconfiguring my modifications for my arsenal. I went a bit overboard this time. Minutes turned to hours. What time is it?
I lowered my holographic display and stepped from my arsenal terminal. Fatigue weighed down on my legs, my eyelids drooped, and an unavoidable yawn escaped my lips. I looked up at the digital clock keeping track of Earth’s time cycle. 3:46. I had spent 5 hours adjusting my arsenal.
I sighed and turned to my personal quarters, already knowing what I’d find. Blitz was on my bed. On my side of the bed, to be exact. He always does this when I’m up too late. Probably his way of asserting authority or something like he seems to enjoy doing. Either I lay on his side of the bed, which is not comfortable since it’s usually coated in slime residue from his tongue, or I find some other way to take my spot back.
Laying on him only gets me thrown off during the night. Trying to move him only gets him growling and rolling back onto my spot. He is one stubborn vulpaphyla.
This time, with Blitz asleep on his back, legs spread and not being modest in the slightest, I had an idea that may appease him. It’ll take a bit of doing, which is a bit of an inconvenience at 3 AM. However, I think this will be an endeavor both him and I will enjoy.
And hopefully, of course, allow me to do what I valued most this late at night: sleep.
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