Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all.

He'd somehow managed to procure a small blanket (or maybe it was a towel; towel was more likely) which he had yanked over his head. His coat, he'd dropped on his feet during the night when those had gotten cold.

And there he still laid now, snoring. Oh, sure, he'd woken up once or twice already, but the sheer cracking agony of his skull had made being awake seem very uninviting, and he was intent on avoiding it for as long as possible.

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[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan wasn't hungover or even tired. He was, however, feeling like he needed some fresh air so he'd been on his way to the roof when he spied some lump of a person on the couch in the common room.

When he got closer, he realized who it was by the blonde hair he could spot underneath the towel. Nathan laughed and wondered if he should leave Edward asleep or wake him up to be a jackass.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward snored louder and turned over under his towel-jacket-blanket... construction.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Nathan decided not to wake Edward up too insensitively. He went into the kitchen area and started to get something together for breakfast. If that involved some pots banging, some cabinets closing, and the smells of things like toast and orange juice, oh well.

[doesnotkneel]

... It was pretty hard to stave off that wakefulness Edward didn't want to deal with now, yes, it was. Edward squinted out from underneath his towel. "Wuh," he said intelligibly.

His hand groped around for something to throw.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Very articulate," Nathan said, tossing some toast onto a plate and reaching for the butter. "Sorry if I woke you up."

Maybe he wasn't that sorry.

[doesnotkneel]

Luckily - well, for Edward, at any rate - his boots were right there.

He flung one in Nathan's general direction.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan managed to bat the boot away with his hand and laughed as he did.

"What are you throwing stuff at me for?" he asked, kicking Edward's boot back in his directions. "You're in a public place, Edward! I'm perfectly within my cooking rights."

[not_every_mage]

"Morning," Anders said, a tiny smile making its way through his ongoing discomfort. "Remind me not to get into drinking contests with him again, please?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Drinking contest?" Nathan asked, sipping some orange juice and sounding amused. "Who won?"

[not_every_mage]

"I think he did but it all got fuzzy at the end," Anders said, thinking it over. "We went to the mainland."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Nathan smiled slightly. "Did you have a good time? No fights this go round?"

[not_every_mage]

"No, it was nice. There weren't any fights," Anders nodded. "Well, wait. At some point I remember shouting at somebody about elves, but I think he thought I was just drunk or mad."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"What was the occasion?" Nathan asked curiously. He offered Anders some toast with butter liberally spread across it. "Just needed to have some time away?"

[not_every_mage]

Anders had woken up with a head almost as bad as Edward's and a mouth that tasted like he'd cleaned a kitchen floor with his tongue. He healed away the worst of it -- magic was meant to serve man, after all -- before going to find Edward.

Possibly to tell him he hated him and was never drinking again. He was giving like that.

"Still asleep?" he said, rather loudly, in the direction of Edward's prone form. "Lucky."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward let out a distinctly unhappy groan. "Go 'way, Anders."

[not_every_mage]

"So you don't want to know whether healing works on hangovers, too?" Anders asked cheerily. "All right, then."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward digested that.

"...Come back, Anders."

[not_every_mage]

"Oh, now you like me again," Anders laughed -- and then regretted laughing because ow his head. "D'you want me to try?"

[doesnotkneel]

"Yes please," Edward sighed.

Even a little relief would be nice.

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

Rapunzel had been going up to the roof to sketch, but then -- well. The snoring was a little hard to ignore, and when she passed the common room, she peeked in to see who was stuck sleeping out here.

And rather than wake him, she decided she was going to be nice, and went over to the stove to put the kettle on. He'd want tea or coffee (and she kind of knew how to make coffee now, thanks Dr. Lecter!) when he woke up, right?

[doesnotkneel]

Frankly, when Edward woke up, the thing he'd want most was to not be awake, but it wasn't terrible thinking.

Her entrance didn't wake him up either, thank God. He snored happily away - though that might change if he started smelling coffee.

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

Would it change if the kettle started whistling? Because Rapunzel didn't actually account for how loud those things were, and a few minutes later she was racing over to the stove and shushing it, as though the kettle itself had any sort of stake in whether it was shrieking or not.

That was dumb of her. Oops.

[doesnotkneel]

"Owwwwww," Edward groaned, yanking the towel over his head, only to find there was no further for it to be yanked. "Stoppit."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry," Rapunzel chanted softly, scampering over to peek at him. "Sorry. I was trying to -- do you want coffee, or tea? Trying to be helpful! Getting kicked out of your room is never fun."

Not that she had, but she was guessing.

[doesnotkneel]

"Mnot," Edward said, which wasn't going to do much to either answer her question nor dispel her assumption. "Mmmffee."

That might help more?