The next day, when Calla opened his eyes, it was already three o'clock in the sky.
She hadn't slept so late in a long time.
He raised his hand to block the few rays of sunlight that had slipped in. The discomfort on his body became apparent at the slightest movement, and he looked sideways.
OK, Brixton woke up early and was looking at her hands in the sun. When Calla saw the "culprit", he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where he was being pushed. He felt evil in his heart and was so angry that he kicked her.
Touching the tip of her nose, Brixton realized she was wrong and received the kick silently.
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