The pillow exploded against Damien's head like a soft, overstuffed grenade.
"Elly," he said flatly, brushing feathers from his shoulder.
"I regret nothing!" she shouted from behind the couch, hurling another one with alarming precision. It smacked Fatty directly in the face, knocking him off his chair with a yelp and a half-eaten duck bun.
"Battle formation, Elly!" Fatty declared from the floor, flinging two pillows in rapid succession.
"You got it, commander!"
Pillows were flying. The room had devolved into chaotic, squealing war.
And right at that moment, the dorm door slid open with a hiss.
Ji Chen stepped inside, blinking once at the airborne fluff, then ducking just in time as a high-velocity pillow whizzed past his head and slammed into the wall with a thump.
"…Did I walk into a training simulation or a kid's birthday party?" he asked mildly.
Elly gasped. "Enemy sighted! Engage!"
