Room 312; Saturday Morning [ 12/06 ].

[senor_chado]

Normally, one would know that four males could not easily fit into one of the beds in the dorm rooms. Chad and Teddy were particularly aware of this, having known that it was sometimes a tight fit for just the two of them. However, it wasn't like there was expected to be two more people curled up on the bottom half of the bed that morning, since

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[notthehulk]

Galliano went flying off the bed, flailing his limbs in a way that usually assured him to land gracefully on his feet. Sometimes. Half the time.

"HEY!" He waved the hand things for a moment before his eyes went big and he tried to bite them.

[senor_chado]

Prince Oscar Pedro looked at Galliano's attempts to masticate his hands off and rolled his eyes, settling back in the space comfortably. Let him just gnaw of his...well, what used to be his paws, for all he cared.

The loud thump and the shout of indignation, however, was definitely enough to wake Chad (nevermind the weird shifts in weights on the bed), and he grumbled a little, telling the cats to be quiet.

[notthehulk]

Teddy put a pillow over his head, trying to ignore any weirdness for just a little while longer.

His idiot of a cat, however, had other plans. Galliano was now satisfied that the hands were in fact his own and decided that there was a sunbeam over by the window and omgomgomgomglookatit!

"Oscar! Oscar! LOOK!"

[senor_chado]

"Yes, Galliano," Prince Oscar Pedro's voice actually purred, as smooth as his shining bald pate. "You've found the sun. Good job. Make sure to grab a good hold on it so it doesn't get away..."

"...Teddy?" Chad murmured a moment later, because he was hoping that feeling would go away, but it wasn't. "I think our cats are talking."