"What, George?" Mitchell crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave him a confused look. "How about you use a little English?" He came out of his hiding place. There had been a reason why he had gone to bed early and Annie had contributed to tiring him out even more.
The vampire yawned and padded over to George. He highly doubted that his friend would make any more sense within the next four seconds and he really wanted to go back to bed at some point today.
His eyebrows shot upwards in surprise as he saw himself stand next to the bed. Mitchell watched his other self swallow - he looked fucking embarrassed. The vampire chuckled softly but the cuckling stopped midway as his eyes fell onto Maryanne. "Why are you naked? You are naked, aren't you?" Suddenly, George made a lot more sense with his stammering.