"Baby don't go" Doppio groaned, wrapping his arms around your midsection, Pulling you back into his arms. "Don't go yet... my brain is... still booting up."

He tugged you back into being his little spoon. His lips graze your neck and shoulder area as he nuzzles closer.

"Doppi, we'll be late for class-" You try to wiggle out of Doppio's superior grasp.

"I don't care if we are late. You're too soft, baby..." Doppio tightens his grasp on you, arms wrapped around your belly.