Ares' POV
"There's no point. Nysa has probably been up since eight and ready at nine." He says his eyes sliding back close, obviously missing what time it is.
"Well, seeing that it's only six o'clock, I say we're ahead schedule." I shoot back cockily and watch Thomas' frown deepen.
"Six? Like in the morning?" He says and I feel my patience and amusement starting to slip. As much as he's adorable like this, we have things to do and they're not going to get done with him lazing around like this. But I promised my kitten that I wasn't going to be so strict and overbearing if he wasn't ready for it, so I can't force him out of bed. I take a deep calming breath and decide to handle it the best way I can.
