7. A tent

Argo’s pov

"So you’re working together? I thought you hated her." Airk asked me, meeting me inside my bedroom before we went to bed.

We used to share a room when we were kids, and when we got older, we got our own rooms, but we always used to talk before we went to bed. It may sound cheesy, and it may be a twin thing, but it's nice to discuss our day together. Even if I spent the night with someone, I would always send Airk a few text messages.

"I do fucking hate her, but keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?" I joked. "Nah, but she’s not horrible at fighting, and this way I don’t have to do all the little things I hate. I wouldn’t mind being a gamma if it weren't for the fucking bullshit. Training I love; the rest, not so much."

Airk raised his eyebrow and sat on my bed, saying, "So you’re using her."

"No, I made a fucking deal. I’ll train her if she helps me."

Airk still seemed unsure: "You could have asked anyone."

"No, the rest are soldiers that need to foc