445 445. Sylvester's Final Move

The following day, Sylvester awoke to find Miraj sleeping on his forehead, drooling and snoring to his heart's content. Sylvester learned a valuable lesson and decided never to let him sleep so close again. 

After washing his face, donning his clergyman robes, and placing his mitre on his head, he headed to the dining hall for breakfast. Everyone was already seated around the large table, chatting and looking ready to start their respective workdays.

"Good morning," Sylvester greeted Felix as he sat beside him. "How was your night? I hope sleeping on the hard floor wasn't too bothersome."

Felix coughed out his tea. "What? No, no… It was actually quite comfortable. I wish I could sleep on your floor forever."

Sylvester scoffed. "I would have allowed it if you didn't get up so often to drink water."

"Pfft! Stop teasing them now," Aurora interjected suddenly. "Look at them getting red like tomatoes."