Xion was bewildered. He was waiting for Soren to come closer so he could blow his brain with the bazooka but someone kicked the bastard away!
Well, at least that saved him some merit points.
He groaned as he tried to move his arms. Even his eyes were fighting to remain open.
The exhaustion and alcohol were catching up to him, dulling his senses. All he wanted now was to relax just for a moment.
Anyway, if Soren dared to come closer again, he'd use his weapons.
He was rich now, after all. That meant he was allowed to be a little willful… like, say, driving a tank over Soren, right?
Sleep sounded like a great idea.
And that was exactly what he was about to do—until… he was picked up.
Xion, "...???"
For a moment, he thought it was Ray. But the not-so-muscular arms wrapped around him told him otherwise.
He blinked at the male. With hair like Soren and eyes like the sun, he looked like a prince straight out of some anime.
Then he recalled. "Nikolai?"
