Ali went from asleep to awake in a second, and lay wide-eyed in the dark for only a moment before a deafening clap of thunder rattled the glass in the windows. The lump that had disturbed him shot from around his ankles to around his armpit.
“Hey, Moxie,” he murmured sleepily, turning on his side and tucking the bundle of fuzz into his chest. She shrank against him at the next boom, and Ali blearily reached across the bed for the other member of his tiny makeshift family that didn’t like thunderstorms. “Yaz,” he mumbled when he encountered a tense shoulder and an arm raised up over Yazid’s head.
And then Yazid said something, and Ali stirred himself into proper wakefulness.
“Yaz?” he called, sitting up. Moxie murred angrily, and hissed when another crash shook the room. Ali tuned it out
