You and Venti found out last night, making the most of it you could handle, and obviously neither of you had any consequences. It's now 9:00 in the morning and you're kneeling next to the bed and Venti is lying wrapped in a blanket.

"Forgive me, Darling! I didn't mean to hurt you!" You begs, holding a chocolate bar to get his forgiveness.

"I can't stand!" He reply sullenly, hiding his face in the covers and whimpering.