Tweetie

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He let a grumble escape him, clearly already waking before groaning, not opening his eyes once as he felt her cold finger, though, didn't know who it belonged to.

"Piss off." He breathed out, barely awake.

"No, you."

"No, you."

"You.

"I said it first."

She removed her finger, watching as he opened his eyes.

"Why am I on Tweetie?"

"Because I have a magnetic personality."

"Sure. Whatever you say." The boy grumbled, still not moving. He didn't move whatsoever, simply laying against the girl with a scowl on his face, letting it grow more and more annoyed the longer he rested on her until he snapped a sharp- "What the fuck, Tweetie?"

"What have I done now? I didn't even move!"

"Exactly! How am I supposed to get up if you're so damn comfortable!?"

"You don't," Fox said, his voice vibrating through Hazel as he kept his eyes shut, simply relaxing as the morning continued.

Leo rolled his eyes with a short laugh, pushing himself up and away from the three on the sofa as instead, he moved across the room followed by Oscar who bounced behind him, hoping to help the ashy haired boy tidy up the mess they had created through the night.

Of course, it was strange to see the group after they had all just woken. They seemed much calmer, far too tired to really think about their actions and how they looked in both their appearance and personality. Their hair was ruffled and the clothes they had all fallen asleep in seemed a little more uncomfortable.

"Osc," Leo spoke up, turning to the boy who couldn't seem to stop playing with his new much more vibrant purple strands of hair, "did you move our clothes?"

"Yeah, they're in my room."

"Right," Leo nodded, shuffling away and up the stairs so he could get changed. Hazel watched, her head at a tilt as she took in the conversation, a question tickling her mind.

"You guys have clothes here?"

"We have clothes at all of our houses," Joel said, leaning against Fox's legs from the floor, "we spend so much time away from home, it just happened and we decided to keep it that way."

"It's fuckin' annoying when I want to wear somethin' I don't have though," Ryan grumbled, his face now buried into Hazel's shoulder. Really, he was hardly threatening when he was using her as a pillow.

"Quit getting your swears on Tweetie," Fox said, flicking Ryan's head with his free hand.

"...I really need to get up."

The two beside her fell silent, neither wanting to admit that they heard her. If they pretended not to have heard, they could continue to gather warmth.

She sighed, knowing exactly what they were doing. She only knew because she did it so often too. But, she wouldn't actually admit to that. So, begrudgingly, she began to shuffle, sinking further down her seat until they all sank, their bodies barely on the couch and threatening to fall if Hazel couldn't maintain the strength in her legs.

"Why'd you do that?" Ryan groaned, still not moving from her shoulder. The boy was persistent, she'll give him that.

"Because I need to go." She finally let herself drop, landing beside Joel on the floor who seemed to be preventing Fox from falling. He smiled at her, patting her head as Ryan's body flopped, dropping into the space she had once sat with a grumble. Hazel continued, pushing herself up and stretching. She was going to be uncomfortable all day, but, that was her own fault really. Though, she wondered if Archie noticed that she hadn't been home, she would have been surprised if he didn't.