Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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He'd been so tired the last couple of nights that he'd dropped off to sleep with no trouble. But tonight he couldn't relax. He laid in the dark remembering what it had felt like when the shadow had nearly smothered him, filling his nose and mouth and pinning him in place. He remembered how it felt when it took control of his body and he couldn't quite convince himself that the shadows in the corner of his room were harmless.

Since leaving the lights on would involve explaining to his new roommate that he was afraid of the dark (and his 17-year-old ego wasn't quite up to that), Tony instead shuffled out to the common room. He turned on every light he could find, switched the TV on to an old movie channel and kept the volume low but audible. If anyone asked, he could tell them he fell asleep watching TV. With the lights blazing around him and the TV's familiar murmur, he finally managed to drift off.

[Open! He's asleep on the couch Wednesday Tuesday morning. Feel free to try and wake him up, mess with him while sleeping or just do common room stuff around him.]

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Tony smiled. "Any more of that stuff around?" he asked.

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Andrew reached over and picked up the box. "Want me to pour you bowl?"

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"Nah, I think I can handle it," Tony said, holding out his hand for the box. "How's it going?"

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Andrew handed him the box. "I just got up," he answered and reached up to rub his eyes. "You an early riser?"

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"Not really," Tony admitted. "I feel asleep on the couch."

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"Oh, I've done that a couple of times," Andrew admitted. "Then you wake up at like three in the morning and have to decide if it's worth getting up and walking all the way back to your room. Of course, my room is all of five steps out the door, which just makes it that much sadder when I decide not to move."

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Tony grinned. "Hey, if you're comfy, why move?"

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Andrew shrugged. "If it wasn't for my small bladder, I might never get out of bed. Well, that and a lack of someone who would bring me tasty food."