Flonne, surprise surprise.

At the door stood Flonne...but not the bright, cheery Flonne I saw yesterday. Her hair was a mess, her eyes bleery. She was dressed in a pair of panties, nothing else. "Keep it down! Other people are trying to sleep!" she bellowed. I could only gape at her.

Laharla, to my surprise, shielded us with her scarf...which had leapt onto the bed when Flonne burst in. When I looked at her, I saw fear on her face She held me tight. I couldn't see Flonne anymore, but I felt and heard her jump onto the bed, grabbing the scarf. "Don't you hide from me when I'm yelling at you!" she snarled, tugging.

Thankfully, we were soon rescued. "Flonne, settle down!" Etna shouted. I heard the sounds of a struggle. "I'm sorry, John! Flonne is just not a morning person!" I had Laharla lower the scarf. Flonne was seriously fighting back, elbowing Etna in the stomach.

"Leggo of me, Etna! They need to understand that it's VERY rude to be so noisy so early in the morning!" Flonne demanded.