Ferdinand's Point Of View
"Syl... Time to go." I whispered into the theater.
"Haah... Do I have to go? Look at that adorable sleeping face." Sylvester pouted.
"You don't have to go... You can stay here, it doesn't matter. You just said you would go, and it's getting late so I'd like to go and be back before tomorrow." I shrugged.
"No, no. I'll go. Can't have you going into Maihzdin alone." He sighed.
"Cole, do you want me to carry him back to my room? You guys can eat and sleep in there, since the bed's bigger." I said.
I knew it would also piss Bellamy off, so it served as a bonus reason. Anything to irritate the giant toddler, was a major checkmark in my book.
"Yeah, that's fine... Tristan ate a bit already, so he should be fine for a while." Cole said.
I walked over to him and scooped Tristan up. He immediately opened his eyes, slowly taking in his surroundings.
"F-Ferdinand...?" He asked sleepily.
