...was cooler, myself. I mean, look here—” he pointed “—he’s jumping from just as high, he took this guy out with his sword, and he doesn’t even need to slow his fall, all he has to do is teleport.” Gustav frowned severely. “His tail is points against him, though, he can just grab onto something if he starts to fall. He’s basically un-fall-able.” He couldn’t get round the teleporting thing, though...

...a tail at the nape of his neck. Georg sighed again, more heavily, as he sensed the impromptu massage nearing its inevitable end. Why did those never last long enough? Honestly, a whole *day* of Gustav playing with his hair would probably be too short a time. Suddenly there was warmth at Georg's temple, and Gustav was pressing a soft kiss to the pulse there. Georg gasped a little in pleasant...

...both looked back at me skeptically; they were little better than temporary boarders themselves and had long since made it clear they felt no special loyalty to me. So I amended, "Alright, do it for Gustav and Georg, because they're doing it for me. Okay?" Billa and Tomi looked at each other for a long moment, trading twin-telepathy that spun delicate blue threads from one twin's lips to the other's...

...   "I vote we stay in tonight," Georg finally broke the silence. "Bill's already angling for a night on the town, but jet lag's killing me. I haven't even recovered from the trans-Atlantic, yet."   Gustav's lip curled at the corner. "I second that vote," he said, and, as if on cue, a yawn interrupted him. "Plus it's too fucking cold out. And this bed is really warm and soft and smells like Germany...