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Maebe stormed upstairs, her bare feet stomping every step of the way, and banged on Otto's door. She'd forgotten to wear pants, or maybe that was on purpose. There was never going to be any way of knowing.

The door opened, and Maebe stormed in. "You know damn well who it is." She growled, storming in and heading to -

"What in the hell happened to your room?" Her entire plot was destroyed in multiple steps, most of which involved the fact that his bedroom had no more walls distinguishing it. She could see him in his bed from her spot in the living room, hiding under his big blanket fort of covers.

"Renovating? You took out an entire wall!" But that was the exact limit of her distraction, and she honed in on her target once more. She came at him through the broken wall, and started to try and tug him out of the blankets. "Out, out, get out, my bed tonight, you're sleeping on the couch. You will be punished for your actions."

"I know it's not, that's why I'm stealing it," She deadpanned. "This is your punishment. You're not catching on quick enough."

She kept tugging, and pushing, and prodding. She even picked up the pillow and smacked him with it, to try and startle him enough to let go.

She hit him with the pillow again.

"You kept passive aggressively favoriting my tweets about only being able to love a bed. You are a mean, cruel boy and should sleep on your couch for your crimes."

And again.

"I know you do." She finally slid her hands underneath him, and heaved as hard as she could, trying to roll him out of it - covers and all. "That's why taking it away is your punishment."

But Maebe had been training. Harder than she probably should have. She'd been demolishing marble monsters on an almost daily basis. Her arms had grown lean, and polished with strength.

So Otto's body rolled right off the bed.

"And now it's mine." She announced, snuggling into it happily, pantsless and all.

And Maebe was absolutely, without question, determined to sleep well in that bed tonight.

Even if it meant with no covers.

She spread out and snuggled in, cozying for a few quiet moments as she listened to him breathing sulkily on the floor, and thought everything was right with the world.

Then she turned to rest her head against the pillow, and it hit.

It smelled just like him.

She recoiled from the absolute clutch of agony in her heart at the memory, and was off of the bed as if it had burned her, leaving it free to be reclaimed once more. "Nevermind." She huffed out, her voice cracking. "Punishment over. Good night."