“Reggie, if your face gets any redder, your head will likely explode.” I sigh as I face him across his desk, rubbing my forehead. Ward nudges me from behind and I kick backwards at him, completely missing as he sidesteps the move deftly.
“Did we not.. Just have a discussion about you acting more like a Queen?” Reggie’s voice is as close to a snarl as I’ve ever heard a human’s get. It’s a pretty good impression of Ward’s actual snarl as he grinds the words out through gritted teeth at us. Ward suppresses a laugh in the form of a cough, and Reggie’s attention snaps to him. “And you. A King! Running around the Fortress.. Nude! Transforming in the middle of a corridor. Howling in the halls!” Reggie leans forward on his desk, reminding me of an irate school teacher. “You scared hal
