On Top Of The World

The call from Medusa woke Terror up with a groan of annoyance. Why couldn't he just sleep all day? It seemed like everytime he wanted to lay around and cuddle Grue there was a meeting or something else they got called on to do. He was slow moving as always but eventually began the trip from their den to the meeting place. It was strange to not see Medusa on her usual throne but some other guy he recognized but barely knew, but he wasn't that interested enough to care.

Once he and Grue found a place to sit among the others, he leaned into his much larger brothers side and settled in to doze until the meeting started. Every extra minute was worth it to him, though if he could get away with it, he'd sleep through the entire meeting without shame.

"Speech!"