Room 511 - Early Tuesday Morning

[noearsyet]

Most of the time, George thought sharing a room with his best friend was pretty much the best thing ever. Sharing a room with his best friend when one of them was a hot girl and the other wasn't? Juuuust a little bit awkward

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[weetinyreese]

Kyle startled at George's reaction and half sat up, peering over at him through bleary eyes. "What?" He was groggier than he usually was when waking up, so it took him a second to realize that he was looking at George and not girl-George. When he did realize, he flopped back against his pillow. "Oh good, you're you again."

Awkward didn't even cover it the last two days.

[noearsyet]

George made a face and hurled his pillow over at Kyle. "'M always me," he argued.

Just...him with boobs. And, yes, all the rest of that.

[weetinyreese]

Kyle caught the pillow, kind of. "You had to sit down to use the bathroom for two days. You weren't all you."

[noearsyet]

He couldn't actually argue with that. Well, he could, but it would just be silly because Kyle had quite the point there.

"...shut yer mouth," George complained, flopping back onto his bed. "Next time it'll be ye."

[weetinyreese]

"It happened to me last time," Kyle reminded him. "One time is enough. Stuff keeps happening to you because you keep annoying the universe or one of your gods. Maybe Mithros, the way you talk about parts of him."

[noearsyet]

"Mithros don't have a problem wit' me commentin' on his balls," George informed Kyle. "He' th'god of war an' stuff. He probably likes it when people think he's got an enormous sack. Makes 'im feel manly. Or godly or somethin'."

[weetinyreese]

"Do gods even have body parts? I thought they were all...whispy." He wasn't good at expressing himself sometimes.

[noearsyet]

George frowned a little. "Why wouldn' th'gods have body parts?"

He was a little unable to figure out that whole 'different worlds' thing sometimes. Just sometimes.

[weetinyreese]

"I don't know," Kyle shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. "I've heard people talk about gods and they always seemed like they weren't really here, weren't really people."

[noearsyet]

"Well, they're not," he agreed easily, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. "But they like t'look human. Easier t'have hands an' th'like. Or that's what me mam says."

[weetinyreese]

"She'd know better than either of us," Kyle said. "Is there any more of the cake she sent back with us?"

[noearsyet]

"Tis a fact," George said instantly. "I don't be wantin' nothin' t'do wit' th'Gods. They jus' make things difficult." He considered Kyle's question. "Should be. Unless ye did eat it all, y'pig."

He was nearly snickering as he added that last.

[weetinyreese]

"I didn't eat it all," Kyle protested as he sat up and got out of bed. "Why do the gods make things difficult?"

[noearsyet]

"Mayhap that was me then," George laughed. "Nah, tis some in th'cupboard o'er there." He shrugged. "They're crazy powerful, y'know? Tis like if every noble an' officer an' person who thinks they're in charge comes by wantin' t'have everything their way."

[weetinyreese]

He headed over to the cupboard to search for cake. "I get it. Keep your head down, maybe they'll leave you alone."

[noearsyet]

"Somethin' like that," he agreed. "Though - t'would be a bit interestin'..."