"Relax, will you?"
"I will not!"
"You're not going to be able to push me off the bed," Cero muttered with an exasperated tone.
"Sure, I will!" Roka retorted, using both her hands and her feet to push him away. "I'm a warrior, a soldier! A captain, a commander! I went into outer space to help my people and my native planet! Yet you're making me talk about stuff like I'm a little girl! I'm so pissed off! I've fought monstrous aliens of all Species, and now you're making me talk about my mother? Oh, mommy this, mommy that, leave me alone!"
"Whaaat? It's not my fault you have issues!" Cero argued with a chuckle.
"Ugh!" Roka took hold of the blanket and hid her entire body. "Good night!"
"Good night, Roka."
"Be pissed off, will you?" She shouted from below the blanket. "I'm taking it out on you when you did nothing wrong! Get mad or something!"
"No, I can't get mad at a little girl with mommy issues."
"Hmph!"
