As the night passed, Ambrose felt the need to put on his underwear—mostly because he got this awkward feeling knowing he had not one but TWO men on his bed.
Neither Devon nor Viktor seemed to mind, both sleeping off just thirty minutes after they'd done the deed. Although, unbeknownst to him, Devon had drifted off still feeling weirded out by the kiss with Viktor.
'I have this hunch,' Ambrose thought to himself as he stared blankly at the ceiling. 'Like there's something I'm forgetting.'
[The black mask?] Aura chimed.
'I ain't checking that shit.' Ambrose's heart skipped a beat. 'Not again.'
[Such a crybaby. But oh well… What about your updated stats?]
'Nope. Could check that some other time.'
[Wait—Han's friends? The camera footage from Orion's academy you and Devon still haven't reviewed? Final decisions on which house you're picking? Doctor Kelly—]
Ambrose's breath hitched at that last part.
[And there we go…]
