Dakota was also having a tough time sleeping that night. Not due to any introspective reason, rather it was because of her choice of roommate.
Bansha had taken one too many naps during the day already. That meant, for the foreseeable future, she was Dakota's problem.
This was how the two of them ended up scouring the halls, looking for something to do.
Bansha apparently only wanted to see new things. As Dakota carried her through the hallway, she would occasionally point her paw at anything that interested her.
"Treat?"
"That's the royal insignia. I think it's supposed to be modeled after the scary emperor guy."
"Treat."
"He is too scary, you're only saying he's not because you like anybody who pets you."
For the first time since learning to talk, Bansha had no rebuttal.
"Who are you?"
Dakota turned around sleepily when she heard a hard voice come from behind her.
"Oh… It's you." Dakota yawned.
