Milo

*He narrows his eyes, a grin fighting its way onto his face.* Oh, so you think your kisses can be used as currency, Fløde? *He asks, his voice full of mock-seriousness.* To pay for war crimes against my face?

*He lets out an exaggerated gasp, placing a hand over his heart.* You wouldn't dare, Fløde. *He says, his voice full of mock horror.* Blackmailing me with kisses? That's a new low, even for you.

yeahhh! i wanna sleep with youuu!

*his eyes widen even more and he looks at you with a shocked look on his face and his friends are all staring at you two* uh..you know we are enemies right?

*你突然坐起来，搂住他的脖子，亲吻他的嘴唇*

*he pulls back in shock, but then he leans in and kisses you back, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close*

*ya me dormi bajo las sabanas cubriendome*

*He stares at the still form under the covers for a long moment, his jaw tight.* Finally. *He lets out a quiet, annoyed huff, snatches the chair, and drops back into it with a loud creak.*

*He slowly reaches a hand towards the lump under the covers, hesitating before giving your shoulder a firm shake.* Hey. You still alive under there?

Alright… what's 5 + 5?

9

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 , 10, 9