Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 412. Morning routine

I woke up when it was still dark because I needed to go to the bathroom, one of the very seldom occasions these days—so seldom that I nearly forgot such a thing existed.

My body was heavy as hell, and that was apparently because some dog had been sprawled all over me.

When I opened my eyes, I found that he had done so to the best of his abilities, pressing as much weight as possible onto me, nearly covering my whole body.

Well, at least my face wasn’t covered by him so that I could breathe, which was very understanding of him.

Our upgraded bodies really managed to somehow use everything entering our mouths. Maybe it was because of that that we could go long without eating.

Sleeping as well, we could go long without sleep; simultaneously, it seemed as if we could sleep for a long time at will.

If nothing was going on and we wanted to, we could surely sleep for weeks—it seemed our bodies were growing to function as per our will, taking and using what we gave them to then do exactly what we wanted.

Anyway, I needed the bathroom, and because I didn’t want anyone near me while doing my business, I opted for using the bathroom next door—the cursed one.

Nevertheless, I had to get him off of me, which was a feat in itself without waking him up.

When I finally managed to roll him over, I noticed some rustling sound coming from his stomach.

Kneeling on the mattress beside him, I slowly pulled his shirt out, which was very unsexily tucked into his pants.

I found that the rustling had come from a stack of papers.

What the...

I pulled them out; they were still warm from both of our bodies, and I wasn’t surprised to see my drawings, though they were not folded anymore.

Heh... So he had taken a look at them in the end.

And he even tucked them under his clothes... to then lie on me so that they were flattened between our stomachs...

Was this his own strange and clingy way to get rid of the creases on the papers??

Pfft, cute.

Well, he seemed to really like my drawings, and that’s all that mattered.

I put the papers back where I found them and tucked his shirt back into his pants before I stood up.

I left the room and went to the cursed bathroom, the paranoia that he would wake up and hear me following me.

With our enhanced hearing... wouldn’t I need to go into the desert to shit? This time not for getting rid of bodies, but just to relieve myself while preserving my privacy?

Well... at least our superhearing mostly worked at our will.

So if I didn’t want to hear what went on upstairs, I wouldn’t really hear it; it was just like stopping what you were doing when you heard some noise and tilting your head to listen in and identifying it.

Yet it seemed I had to actively think that I didn’t want to hear everything for the sounds to get blurred out.

Next time, I would have to tell Henry to stop listening in on everything like some stalker.

So although I heard some soft steps after turning my superhearing off, I was still surprised after washing my hands and leaving the bathroom to see Kitty and the kid in front of our door.

The kid was rubbing his eyes while holding his pillow, waiting in front of our door, while Kitty seemed wide awake, as if he had waited for an opportunity to get inside our room.

"Pfft. You want to sleep together?" I stroked over the kid’s head and opened our door for them to enter.

The kid beamed at me before he sneaked into our bed, on the farthest right side, so that I could go back to my place in the middle, while Kitty curled up at the foot of the bed.

I closed the door again, without locking it, and stepped over Kitty to lie down on the mattress.

Well, instead of serving as a pillow, Kitty was now a soft foot warmer—a service that wasn’t to be overlooked either.

The moment I positioned myself, the kid and the rustling Henry latched onto me, the latter while still dead asleep, and I was again smothered by warmth.

I spread my arms out like some benevolent being hugging all its clingy and annoying children while burrowing my feet in Kitty’s fur.

I clenched and unclenched my toes with satisfaction at the softness surrounding me.

Mhm, this wasn’t bad at all.

Kitty even started to purr at my toe movement, the sound soon lulling me back to sleep, combined with a weighted blanket and three sets of heartbeats, as well as Henry’s scent.

***

The next time I woke up, I had a numb arm—well, I had an inkling where that was coming from—and someone breathing into my face.

I thought it was Kitty, but when I opened my eyes, I saw blue eyes only a few centimeters away from my face, startling the hell out of me.

"HOLY..." I started, but then Kitty protested at the loud sound by raising his head and producing a ’Rrruu?!’

"...shit!" I finished a lot more quietly.

"Did I startle you?" Henry asked with a chuckle, his face still way too close first thing in the morning.

"You noticed?" I asked, pushing his face away with the hand that wasn’t occupied by the kid.

Henry grabbed my hand and kissed it, looking at me obsessively, with a creepy grin on his face.

"What’s going on? Why are you so annoyingly happy?" I asked him before trying to rid myself of my arm accessory.

Henry followed my gaze, and seeing the kid wrapped around my arm, his smile fell a little but was nevertheless still in place.

"Nothing—you are just so handsome~" He watched as I moved my arm to get feeling back in it and how the kid continued to sleep while holding onto it.

"Am I? You were so close to my face that you couldn’t have seen much more than my pores," I mumbled.

"Your lashes twitched so adorably while you slept, so I took a closer look," he purred before rubbing his head against mine.

"No, really? What’s going on with you?" I bumped my head against his, and he whined a bit, hiding in my neck.

"I am just elated," he laughed.

"Elated that we’ll get rid of the rats?" I combed through his fur while he nibbled at my skin, still moving my left arm as much as I was allowed to with a small body hanging on it.

My feet were still burrowed in Kitty’s fur, and it did seem to be early in the morning outside.

"Meh," he said cryptically before sighing happily.

"Fine, let’s get up." I moved my upper body, and we were back at our little game, with him pulling me back down and me moving up, until I overpowered him in the end anyway.

Henry also sat up after losing against me, his stomach rustling.

"You still have them on you?" I asked while trying to peel the kid off.

"Yes." He gave me a million-dollar grin and stroked over his stomach lovingly, as if our long-awaited child was in there.

"Pfft, what the hell..." Unsure if I should laugh or beat him, my attention was diverted when I managed to get one of the kids’ hands off my arm.

I looked back at the kid and grabbed his other hand when his first one latched back onto me.

I laughed helplessly.

"Hey kid, you are awake, aren’t you?"

The kid forcefully pressed his lids together, which answered the question.

When nobody spoke or moved, the child slowly opened one of his eyes to take a peek.

"Got you." I poked his forehead while Henry hugged my neck, apparently feeling left out.

One kid luckily let go, so I only had to drag the bigger one to the closet to get our clothes and then to the bathroom.

"Is Ethan back?" I asked while taking off my shirt.

"Mhm, they are in the kitchen; didn’t you hear?" He asked while brushing his teeth and raking his eyes over my body through the mirror.

"No. Turn your superhearing off; don’t listen to people when we are home," I said with a chuckle before putting my shirt on and changing my pants, all under his unwavering gaze.

"Can you just turn it off?" he asked me before halting and trying it.

Just like me, he seemed to have ’turned it off’ unconsciously before, but since our outing or something, we both had the superhearing still ’turned on.’

"Oh, you can!" he nodded before spitting out toothpaste.

He rinsed his mouth, and we changed positions, me in front of the sink and brushing my teeth while staring at his body as he changed clothes.

I broke into laughter when I saw the stack of papers again, held in place by his pants.

"You can’t take them with you," I said, before spitting out toothpaste.

"I can’t...?" Henry took the drawings out and looked at them tenderly.

At the same time, giving me a free view of his muscular upper body.

Damn. He looks so fucking good; it’s infuriating.

"I mean... you can." I shrugged.

"I can always draw you some more if they get dirty or ripped."

"No..." He hugged them protectively before putting them in the washing machine with a sad sigh.

He continued to strip, and I continued to watch, and I know he noticed, and I know he was enjoying my gaze.

Annoying puppy.

Before leaving the bathroom, we both obediently washed our faces—we wouldn’t want to step in front of the rats while not looking our best, would we?

Henry then dried his hands for a vexing amount of time before he took the drawings and left the room with me, where we found the kid lying with Kitty on the bed, as if it were their room; the latter was even covered with a blanket.

He frowned, but I told him to leave them, so he just went to the closet and stored the drawings in his hand on top of them.

I had put the sandcastle away at some point, so there was enough space.

When he was still putting the papers in place, I finally lost my patience and dragged him out of the room by his wrist.

Voices talked in the kitchen, and when we FINALLY entered, we were greeted by Ethan and the staff sergeant, both looking exhausted with bags under their eyes.

My grandmother harrumphed at us and didn’t look any less sleep-deprived than the other two, although she had been at home.

"Good morning, what’s up?" I let go of Henry’s wrist to get us some coffee on the kitchen counter.

"Good morning. We have prepared everything, including roadblocks on the way and around the center."

I looked up at him before giving Henry his coffee and making my own.

The staff sergeant explained,

"When a horde of rats runs through the city to one explicit target, people—the military—will notice," he said before looking at my grandmother, as if he hoped for a compliment for being so resourceful to think and manage to put up the mentioned roadblocks.

She really gave him a slight nod, and the staff sergeant broke into a smile, looking down at his drink as if he had become shy.

I pressed my lips together and looked away.

Did the staff sergeant feel as uncomfortable as I feel now when Henry displayed such lovey-dovey behavior in front of him?

I am feeling fucking uncomfortable, and the old dragon had just imperceptibly moved her head.

"Exactly. Please act as fast as possible, and even if you aren’t able to kill them all, the moment you hear someone approaching, you should teleport back home," Ethan said worriedly.

"Thank you for preparing everything." I don’t think I would have thought this far; maybe I’ve become comfortable now that I don’t have to think of solutions on my own anymore.

I should stop that mindset, though it’s a blessing to be able to get lazy.

"Go in the attic and touch the weapons," my grandmother added.

I nodded.

"Alright. We’ll go to the attic, then we’ll come down again to say goodbye." I took a sip of my coffee, Henry standing behind me and leaning against the kitchen counter, doing the same.

The old people and Ethan at the table all exchanged glances.

My grandmother turned back to me.

"I won’t come to retrieve your bodies."

I chuckled.

"Got it. We’ll be careful."

She nodded slightly again before turning back to her table and drink.

"Call us immediately when you need us," Ethan implored us.

"Yes, yes, we will come down again after getting weapons; you can bid us farewell then." I laughed at them turning all stern and finished my coffee before looking at Henry.

"Do you want to eat something before we go?"

"Emma can make you something," my grandmother intercepted grumpily.

"No, you?" Henry asked before turning to the sink and rinsing both of our cups out.

"No." I still feel stuffed from yesterday, and maybe it is the shot and tablets the doctor gave me, but I was full of energy... well, it could also be because of the coffee.

"Alright."

"I will show him the attic," Henry told Ethan, who had just stood up.

He grabbed my wrist and led me out.

We went upstairs, and Henry removed a carpet at the end of the corridor.

"I thought it was an attic."

"No, it’s an ’attic.’" Henry crouched down and explained with a smile, making air quotes with his fingers at the end.

He behaved like he had come up with this, and the whole naming thing had been some genius scheme to confuse people.

"No, I was surprised as well when I found the door in the floor," he admitted and opened the door in the floor and went down first.

"Ahahah, what the hell." I followed him down the steps, hearing him chuckle as well.

"This house is way bigger than it looks." Downstairs, I was amazed by the number of things that had been stored inside here.

When he led me to the guns, I made sure that they were loaded before I committed them to my memory.

After having stocked up my arsenal, I moved the guns to the side.

"We will have to tell the others not to use them."

"Hmm... or," I thought for a moment.

"Can you acidify the guns? Then I can use them infinitely." And it seemed that there were enough inside here.

"Because you don’t have to care if the bullets get damaged and a time paradox takes place?" He instantly understood.

"Smart puppy," I praised him, and Henry came to me for a hug, his imaginary tail wagging happily.

"Sure," he said, and after positioning himself behind me to properly hang onto my body, he acidified everything I put to the side.

Now, I felt much better with my new arsenal, freed of any kind of time-limited use.

A few of the guns I touched were with a silencer, so that wouldn’t be a problem anymore, though... I touched a silencer from a military guy when we rescued the kid.

Well, I had forgotten that instance, or I could have helped Henry when we eliminated the gang, without fearing that a gun would be too loud.

Anyway, now I definitely knew that I had everything I needed in my possession and would surely remember them.

"Are there grenades here?" I asked Henry, who shook his head.

"I don’t think anyone would be comfortably living above or beside them. The last time I was here, there were none."

"You got that creepy mask from here?" I asked, lifting an identical one I had spotted in the corner of the shelf beside us.

"Yes, they are super comfortable." He squeezed me.

"Mhm, I bet they are..." And, let me repeat, creepy.

"Let’s say goodbye to the others, and then—" I started and Henry finished my sentence.

"Pest control."