Laharla. She hasn't gotten much love from me.

The girls emerged some time later, all nice and squeaky clean. I did have a bit of an adventure when Laharla's removed scarf apparently got away from her and came for me...but let's not get into that.

Judging from the smug look on her face, I assumed Etna had managed to have some fun with Laharla in the shower. The former Overlord's hair stalks drooped, weighted down by water she hadn't quite managed to get out of her hair. She seemed a bit flushed. Yeah, Laharla had been played with...and since she wasn't bitching to me about it, she must have loved it.

Flonne trudged in as though doing the dishes had been some tremendous chore. Yellow rubber gloves...? Where did she get those? I didn't own any of them... "...Flonne, I have a dishwasher, you know that right?" I said dryly. I knew she hadn't been in there scrubbing them clean.

Pulling the gloves off, Flonne gave me a closed eyed smile. She did that for some reason. Play the game, she closes her eyes when she smiles. "Oh, I know...but there's no love in using a machine!" she declared proudly. I sighed. "...I couldn't figure out how to make it work and didn't want to ask..." she suddenly admitted, her smile turning into a pout.

So I started the dish washer before returning to the girls. "I've thought long and hard about this," I began, ignoring the giggles from Etna in regards to 'long and hard', "and I've decided who I want to be sleeping beside me tonight. Laharla. You're the lucky girl." Both Etna and Flonne gawked, jaws hanging open as Laharla squealed, bouncing on her feet.

"Before you ask," I said, "she gets to sleep in my bed because you two already got a chance to be with me. Etna, you slept in my bed already and Flonne, we got very cozy in the shower. Laharla has n...WHOA!" I was cut off as Laharla's scarf wrapped around me and lifted me up. "Didn't you do enough to me?" I asked the unusual article of clothing.

The scarf pulled me toward her, allowing Laharla to hug me. "...I take it you're happy with my decision?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Laharla giggle. "John, you're the best..." Flonne tilted her head. "Laharla seems very...un-Laharlish now," she noted. Etna only nodded.