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Strife threw down his bag at the door and crawled into bed without saying a word to Parvis.
"Is this Tired Strife or Upset Strife?" Parv asked from his own bed, shoving his homework aside.
"Tired." Came Strife's muffled reply, only his back was visible.
"Right," Parv said, not convinced at all.
"I mean," Will rolled over to lay on his back, arms free to gesture. Parv rolled his eyes and smiled a little, knowing a rant was about to start. "It's not like I even kissed her, or whatever."
"This again? Will, it's been like three days. Why can't you and Xeph just kiss and make up?" Parv asked. Will sent him a look. "Oh!" He clapped a hand to his mouth. "I mean make out! Oh my god! Make up! Make up! Oh no. I'm gonna leave now. I've got a, uh, a class to go to." He promptly slipped out the door.
"Parvis," Will called in his Parvis-I'm-so-done-with-you-right-now-but-I'm-going-to-be-nice-and-tell-you-what-you're-forgetting-so-you-don't-get-in-trouble voice.
"Oh!" Parv slipped back into the room, grabbed his forgotten papers, and darted back out of the room again. "Right!"