<br/><strong>Tap Tap Tap. Taptap. Taptaptaptap.</strong><br/><br/><em>Leave me alone.</em>Midnight thought to himself.<br/><br/><strong>Tap. Tap.</strong><br/><br/><em>Ugh. </em><br/><br/>Between the tapping and the singing, they were going to drive him crazy. Crazier.<br/><br/>The sound continued even as Midnight burrowed his sleek dark form deeper into his covers and endeavoured hard to ignore it. It took some particular skill, in fact, to manage to stay asleep -- the young female entwined with him, however, seemed to lack such completely. "What is it" she asked, eyes coming open and long legs stretching against the alicorn's own.<br/><br/><em>Nothing.</em>He didn't say it out loud, but drew instead a deep breath against the tawny short fur on her neck to snort against it. It didn't smell right, but it was as close to happy memories as he could get these days. A shift of hips pushed him closer and he used the same motion to roll himself on top of her. They had only been at it a few times today, after all, and the slight tensing he felt under his body told him maybe she had reached her limit already -- not that it had ever stopped him before, right? It'd only make her less appealing to Byrn's next client if she were used and tired.<br/><br/>The raven cawed loudly; the female shivered. "I think it's trying to tell you something."<br/><br/>He nipped at her shoulder to shut her up, reaching to lift her hips higher before he looked. Midnight knew better than looking, didn't he? Taskill's raven stared at him from the side of the window, and tapped on it with his beak once more.<strong>Tap Tap</strong>, the sounds came back.<em>Look out?</em>A slap to the female's rump ensured she'd maintain the position he'd left her into while he rose on two legs and walked -- such ineffective way of moving -- to look out the window.<br/><br/>Nothing there.<br/><br/><strong>Tap Tap Tap</strong><br/><br/>Alarm flashed like gunpowder within the stallion, burning every shred of the confidence rebuilt in the past two days. No.<br/><br/><em>Fuck. </em><br/><br/>Midnight rushed back to the bed, pushing the female on her side and throwing her clothes back to her -- no, wait, those were his. The scramble lasted just as long as it took the woman to catch on, and then it was a feverish race to get the bath running while the black male finished pulling his pants up and dashed out the corridor toward his own room. Maybe he'd make it in time.<br/><br/>Maybe.<br/><br/><br/>