It was fucking early. Ed didn't know why he was up so goddamn early, but he was, and try as he might he couldn't get himself to fall back asleep. It was fucking useless, and that dumbass wolf just kept sitting there, staring at him
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Peter was nearing wakefulness anyway, thank goodness, and he stared at the ceiling a moment, brow furrowed. Am I dreaming? His lips parted with sheer confusion, and he pushed himself to sit up, staring at his brother in confusion. "Food?" He shook his head, still shaking away cobwebs. "No, I don't have any food, Ed. And what on earth are you on about?"
Peter's eyebrows shot skyward; the cobwebs gone, now he was just confused. "Okay, what on earth is your problem? Just because you're hungry you're cursing and yelling?" He shook his head, narrowing his eyes at his brother. "You're acting like you did in Narnia that first time; like some whiny, spoiled, obnoxious brat. Did you not sleep well?"
"Oh get off my fucking back," Ed sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Just because I swore doesn't mean you have to get your knickers in a knot. Get the hell over it."
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