The next morning, Mago was greeted by something tickling his nose, he scrunches up and swat the thing that tickles him, “Stop it Yvan, you’re being mean,” he moaned, pulling the blanket up on his face.
He didn’t bother to open his eyes and concludes that it was Yvan the whole time, because of all those who wakened him before he’s the gentlest one. He’s dozing off again to the pleasurable heat of his bed when someone grabs his foot and yank him out of the bed making him yell in the process.
“Wha-!” he was cut off when he saw kids with bunch of plants with feather-like flower. But the weird thing is they’re in upside-down position. “Huh?”
And when he looks at whoever is pulling him up, he can’t help but feel that all the drowsiness in him flew out of the window, “Oh, good morning, Denzai
