Straightened up...yet still a bit stupid.

Etna backed away, holding up her hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa...no need for such **** measures, John!" she exclaimed. "You know what, you keep mind controlling us. That's perfectly okay. We're good with that..." Sighing, I shook my head. These three might very well be the cause of my grey hair later on.

Nudging them, I pushed them toward the door. "Alright, both of you. Out, out, out," I ordered. Laharla pushed back, pouting. "But...but...I wanted more sex..." she whined. Good grief...I couldn't tell which one was worse. Flonne with her terrible morning attitude...Etna with her apparently sudden bouts of paranoia...or Laharla with her pouting. ...okay, the pouting was actually kind of cute...

Grabbing Laharla's hand, Etna tugged. "Fine, fine, you prissy Princess. I'll make you squeal like a pig...but with a gag in your mouth so you don't wake Flonne up again," she said, sounding as though she considered it a chore. Her tail, however, suggested otherwise, toying with the equally randy scarf. I had a feeling that those two...the tail and scarf...were closer then Etna and Laharla themselves were.

After that bizarre incident, I decided to gather up some clothes and head to the bathroom. Time for a shower. Might help me wake up a bit more...or at least reduce the tension I was feeling.