MCA #4, Monday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

So yesterday's quick tension relief had turned into a pretty frequent tension relief had ended in...

... well, Atton squinting up at the sunlight that filtered in through his window, trying to roll away from it, and bumping into Sarah's arm. "Mrrgh," he said, flinging his own arm over his face.

[[ for one, and then another. ]]

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[electrocynic]

"Calm the fook down ––" Yes, 'fook', the accent got more pronounced when she was annoyed. Or whatever this was. "–– they're only tits!"

Which she was now making an actual effort to cover up by pulling the shirt on.

[myownface]

It was actually kind of impressive how shrill Sparkle's voice was capable of getting, here.

"Surprise tits! They are surprise tits, okay? I was not prepared!"

Tits were not exactly something Sparkle ever actually did prepare for. Especially ones belonging to a former teacher, no matter how casual their friendship was now that he'd graduated. Sorry, Sarah.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton muttered something under his breath and got out of bed.

Almost fell out of it, in fact, which was why the scream-fest got a bonus "DAMN IT!" to go right along with it.

He groped around for his pants.

[electrocynic]

Sarah offered several other colourful expletives to make a sailor proud, as she tugged on the hem of the shirt until it covered up most of what it needed to cover up.

Probably should've been looking for pants, too.

[myownface]

Probably, yes. After all, Sparkle could only stand there with his hands over his eyes and chocolatey cereal milk seeping into his socks for so long.

"Can you guys, like, do me a favour and tell me when it's safe to look? I will make you anything you fucking want for breakfast, just so long as I don't have to keep ringside seats for your morning after, here."