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“You still aren’t dressed?” John asked. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at Will, still in his pajamas. Currer lay across him like he was still a puppy.
Why wasn’t he surprised?
“It’s Saturday,” Will said, digging into the carton of ice cream.
“You have to speak in front of the senate in an hour,” John informed him as though Will wasn’t already well aware. “You have to leave in eight minutes.”
“No point in getting ready now, then. I guess I’m not going.”
“You’re going.” John reached down to lift Currer off of him, waking the dog in the process. He gave a quiet bark and darted out of the room.
“How dare you.” Will tried to maneuver away to prevent John from taking his ice cream too, but only succeeded in rolling off the couch. “Oomph.”
“You’ve got four minutes to shower and dress. Move, move, move.”
Will collected himself off the floor.
“Yes, sir.”
