A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Third Person POV

When Copter realized that the heaviness he was feeling on his chest and lower body was actually being caused by Kimmon's right arm resting on his chest and Kimmon's right leg lying like a branch that had been cut off from a giant sequoia tree, Copter pushed off both extremities with all his might and sat up to take deep breaths.

He pushed his feet into his fake fur slippers and was about to stand up when he felt his wrist being grabbed.

"Don't leave me," he heard Kimmon beg sleepily.

Copter tried to break free from Kimmon's grasp.

"Please," Kimmon added for good measure.

"I need to use the bathroom," Copter said, which made Kimmon let go of his hand.

"Don't take too long," Kimmon said, turning to lie on his stomach.

Copter did not respond but went quickly inside the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and performing the rest of his morning rituals, he removed his pajamas and stepped inside the shower stall.

He adjusted the shower temperature before stepping under the steady spray of water.

Copter reached for  the light green bar soap from the recessed soap holder built into the shower wall and started soaping his face. He closed his eyes tight to keep the soap suds from entering his eyes.

Suddenly Copter felt a pair of strong arms encircle his waist. What the hell. It made him drop the bar of soap to the shower floor.

Copter quickly rinsed off the water from his face and turned around.

"What the hell, Kimmon!" Copter sputtered, spitting out some of the water that entered his mouth. "How did you get inside!"

"You left the bathroom door unlocked," Kimmon said with a smile. "I took it as an invitation to join you."

"You are beyond belief, you are beyond saving, you are incorrigible," Copter said, pushing Kimmon away so hard that it almost made Kimmon lose his balance.

"Thanks for all the lovely compliments," Kimmon said. "Now will you allow me to help you soap your back?"

"Get out of here right now!" Copter demanded of Kimmon.

"But I'm all wet already," Kimmon insisted. "Let me soap your back and then you can soap mine."

"If you don't get out of here, I'm the one who's getting out and I will insist on going back to my original room with Ohm," Copter threatened.

"Please don't do that, sweetheart," Kimmon put on the most persuasive tone he could muster. "I promise to behave. There's no time for us to do any monkey business anyway because in a few minutes we have to go down to the conference room. I'm just trying to save us time."

Copter wanted to believe that Kimmon was indeed just trying to get them to go to the conference room on time.

Copter quickly retrieved the bar of soap that he had dropped to the floor. As he bent to pick it up, he felt something poking him from behind.

He gasped sharply and quickly straightened himself up and then with all his strength, he pushed Kimmon out of the shower stall and forced him out of the bathroom.

"What the hell, Copter!" Kimmon protested all the while trying to counter Copter's strength. "I wasn't doing anything! You were the one who bent your back towards me!"

Copter was too angry and aghast to respond. He banged the bathroom door shut as soon as Kimmon was outside the bathroom and then locked the door for good measure.

He finished his shower quickly, stepped out of the shower stall, dried himself and put his bathrobe on before unlocking the door and nervously stepping out of the bathroom.

He looked around the room first before taking another step.

Kimmon was no longer in the room.