It was starting to feel oddly sweet, the warm comfort of the moment settling between them, when, of course, Alvator popped up out of nowhere, ruining the peace like a storm cloud on a sunny day.
"Hey, pretend to be asleep for a moment," he hissed, his voice low and urgent.
'But why?' Argider wondered, utterly confused for a moment.
"Just do it!" Alvator's tone left no room for argument.
With a sigh, Argider scrunched up her face, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. She hadn't signed up for this level of drama, but there she was, pretending to be asleep as though she were in some kind of elaborate charade.
She exaggerated the motion, heavy eyelids, relaxed breathing, the whole works.
Her body was more pf like a piece of furniture at this point, but at least she could still hear everything.
"Ah, she's fallen asleep now..." Elira murmured, her tone almost relieved.
