>.> *reappear* I'm sorry, this just made me laugh really hard...
“Good morning, starshine,” Kyle said, and sat down on the edge of Reilly’s bed. “The Earth says hello.”
“...covered in bees,” Reilly mumbled, then woke up a little further and squinted at Kyle. “Fuck off.” He rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep.
However, this is a little hard to do when your best friend is poking you in the ribs. “Wake up.”
“Fuck off,” Reilly muttered.
“Wake up.” Kyle poked him again.
“Fuck off.” He squeezed his eyes shut, fought the temptation to laugh. Goddammit, why was he ticklish?
“C’mon, wake up!” Poke poke poke.
“I said fuck off!” Reilly growled, and then completely ruined it by bursting out in undignified giggles.
“Wake up!” Poke!
“Fuck! Off!” Reilly shouted.
...Half an hour later in the cafeteria, Reilly really had no excuse to be surprised when ter Borcht shot them a look so filthy it could’ve spontaneously given half of London cholera.
The walls at the School are pretty damn thin, after all.