Disclaimer: Guess who doesn't own Lufia

Word Count: 200

A/N: Just in case you haven't noticed, these are drabbles. Drabbles are fanfiction less than six-hundred words long, though many authors set different limits for themselves. For these drabbles, I am writing pieces 200 words or less. This drabble's theme is "Breastplate" though it's not the main focus this time. Also, I wrote this on a medicined stupor. -;

"Mmmph…Tia…what time is it?" Maxim asked, preparing to roll over and go back to sleep.

"Three. But we need to talk!" Tia said simply, as if that was an excuse to rouse someone so early.

"Three in the morning? Can't it wait?" Maxim pleaded.

"Maxim!" Tia enunciated again, feeling frustrated, as if waking your boyfriend in the middle of the night just to talk was a commonplace occurrence. "I wanted to talk to you alone!"

"Well we aren't alone," Maxim said matter-of-factly, punctuated by a yawn. "Selan's here."

"She's asleep. And the reason I need to talk to you!" Tia said, carefully adding a high-pitched whine. "I think she's trying to get into my Frock…"

Maxim squinted, adjusting to the low light. "You're not wearing a Frock…" he said stupidly. "Is that a Dress?"

"You know what I mean, Maxim!" Tia said, frowning.

"No, that's a Breastplate," Maxim continued, ignoring Tia.

"Maxim!" Tia spat out, feeling utterly frustrated.

"What?" Maxim snapped, annoyed for a good reason.

"I think Selan is trying to seduce me!" Tia let out in one breath.

"Good for her!" Maxim said enthusiastically. "Just let me watch, okay?" Maxim rolled over, not waking until morning.