It was late one night at the ministry, as Phantom had woken up by a scratching noise. He was sitting anxiously on his bed, tapping his fingers together Maybe I should just go to Dewdrop’s room…yeah-yeah! I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, surely…but then again, he’s a little rough…Phantom murmured to himself, then shook his head No-no, he hates sharing his bed…he wouldn’t be happy if he woke up with me by his side again…
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