i'm always right but what's your perception?

[shooteverything]

[ detention in the bio classroom isn't as bad as it could be. at least there's stuff to look at. heine's gaze trails over the dusty blackboard, the sun coming in through the window, and the old raccoon specimen in a glass case on a high shelf. the sun isn't actually that appealing; he burns too easy to enjoy it.

so: staying inside and cleaning the classroom as punishment is an all right option, all things considered. heine picks up a rag with two fingers from the countertop to hold it under the tap, ready to get started and do a just-barely adequate job so that the teacher won't get on his ass.

there's supposed to be someone else coming in. he glances toward the doorway, checking to see if they've arrived yet. if they're unwelcome company, he can either intimidate them into cleaning by themselves or, worst case scenario, kick them out and just do it alone. ]

Comments

[killectric]

But this one is Coco Puffs...all you have at your apartment are Cheerios! Who even eats those?

[Delicious empty calories, Heine.]

[shooteverything]

You looked in my pantry?

[ that's kind of weird... oh well. heine just shakes his head at the coco puffs. ]

These don't taste like anything but sugar.

[killectric]

I was hungry...

[He's a growing boy, okay.]

And they taste like chocolate. Besides, what's wrong with sugar? It makes stuff sweet!

[shooteverything]

Not real chocolate.

[ heine shakes his head a little. ]

Fine, whatever. Give me that and I'll go check out.

[killectric]

Real enough! [Hey, that's a victory for him. Killua hands the box over and then just sticks the rest of the very perishable, very refrigerated lunchables onto the nearest shelf. Somebody else can put them back.]

Alright, let's get out of here before my brother shows up again.

[shooteverything]

Okay, okay.

[ heine doesn't even care that killua is ruining some merchandise, he's just about ready to go back to his apartment. he checks out and pays, before he starts walking again. ]

[shooteverything]

[ he does have a job; he doesn't like depending on his goduncle all the time. combined with helping badou move, heine is dead tired when he gets back to his apartment. he'd taken a shower earlier, and wearing his friend's sweats, he just splashes some water over his face and then goes into his room.

forgetting that killua's been sleeping in his bed for over a week, heine drops himself onto the edge of the bed, tugs the blanket over his body, and then almost immediately passes out. ]

[killectric]

[Killua was a blanket hog. It doesn't take long for him to realize he's no longer cocooned, and half-asleep as he is he grabs what blanket he has and tries to roll with it and wrap himself back up.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine feels motion and grunts in his sleep, grabbing back for the blanket to cover himself. blanket hog meet blanket hog. he refuses to be cold. ]

[killectric]

[And Killua's response to this...is to start kicking and shoving.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine groans in his sleep, yanking harder on the blanket. one leg snaps out and a knee goes into killua's side. ]

[killectric]

Ow! [Shrill in the silent of the room, Killua jolts awake and straight-up tackles Heine while trying to pull it away.]

[shooteverything]

[ killua wtf. heine wakes up this time, bringing up an arm to block what he interprets as an attack and kicking again reflexively. ]

[killectric]

[With a small yelp, Killua tumbles right off the bed with that kick, hitting the night table and knocking a few things over.]

[shooteverything]

[ heine does wake up at that and sits up, hair mussed and blankets a mess. it takes him a good second to figure out what's going on, at which point he's too worn out to go to the couch. ]

...don't yell, just get back in bed.

[ he does predict yelling from killua. ]

[killectric]

You kicked me! [Heine predicted right, but did he predict Killua wouldn't listen too?]

[shooteverything]

You kicked me.

[ ah, dammit, he's too tired for this. ]

I'm going to sleep. Do whatever you want.

[killectric]

Did not!

[Killua huffs, sitting up with his legs crossed and his hands braced on his knees.]

Where am I supposed to sleep?!

[shooteverything]

The couch. Or here. I don't— [ YAWN. ] —care, now shut up and be quiet.

[killectric]

Grrh... Fine! [Killua reluctantly pulls himself back into bed, grumbling as he does. He crawls over to Heine, grabbing the blanket and tugging it back to give himself enough to scoot underneath.

It puts them brings them uncomfortably close together, but like hell he's going to give up his blanket when he was here first.]

[shooteverything]

[ look, the couch was an option, okay? heine really just wants to sleep.

even if killua is too close to him. heine stubbornly keeps his eyes closed when he feels a tug on the blanket, but it does annoy him. he's cold too, dammit... but in an attempt to be the Bigger Man or Whatever, he doesn't pull back on it.

until he's almost asleep, which is when he swings a leg over the obstacle he fuzzily recognizes and tries to worm under the blanket more. ]

[killectric]

H-hey! [Killua pips up with a squeak, suddenly trapped under Heine's leg. Just when he'd finally started to doze off too--he's beginning to think he should have just taken the couch.]

Get your stupid leg off of me! [Chomp. A toothy bite right at his shin.]

[shooteverything]

[ KID WHAT THE FUCK. heine automatically kicks at the pain, grunting in his half-awake state. ]

Sssstop it, dog...

[ yeah, he totally thinks killua is a pet he used to have. ]

[killectric]

Pph! [Killua spits his leg out and hops out of bed again, storming out of the room. Fine! He'll sleep on the couch!

And come morning, he's half hanging off it in his boxer shorts, all twisted up in the blankets Heine had left there for himself.]

[shooteverything]

[ come morning, heine's awake at an earlier time than usual. already not a morning person, the earlier hours make him stagger on his way out of his bedroom and into the living room-dining room area.

killua... on the couch. he squints. ]

Don't fall off. Idiot.

[ he's charming, really. ]