Peni Tent, Wednesday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Over the past few days, Topher had learned some things about close-quarters communal living. The first thing he'd learned was that his normal sleep schedule (waking up early to play on his laptop, then taking a few naps interspersed with occasional breaks for video games) wasn't really going to fly here. The light from the computer while other

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[selfhelphero]

Over the past week, Billy had found that he wasn't a terribly heavy sleeper out in the tents, without the blissful darkness he had in his dorm room. The light from Topher's phone, even blocked a little by his hand, was enough to get him up, and he cracked an eye open to watch him. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

[dollpocalypse]

...Oops.

"Angry Birds," Topher admitted. "Um. I was trying not to wake you up."

Clearly that had been a huge success.

"...Morning."

[selfhelphero]

Billy smiled softly. "It's okay. Morning," he said. "Are you winning?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Not really," he admitted sheepishly. "'Cause I had my other hand like this to try and block the light, so it was kind of hard to..."

Okay, Topher. Yes. You'd suffered.

"I can. You know. Put it away." Probably smart, yes. "Did you, um, sleep okay?"

[walkswithcoyote]

Topher was just very very lucky that Mercy liked Billy.

Otherwise, something really unfortunate might already have happened to all of Topher's electronics. Really, really unfortunate.

Coyote vision and hearing and all that.