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Joel should've been used to forgetting things by then, right? Memory disorder, and all?
It just seemed... disrespectful to forget the Shabbat laws, of all things.
Rules were made to be forgotten! a voice in his head said cheerily. I know this well! Scar? Why was Scar here- that was a later him problem.
He murmured something even he didn't catch, sitting up in bed.
Oh no, what if he had to recline? Like reverse Pesach, or something?
He leaned about twenty degrees back.
This sucks, another voice helpfully added, moving their head to be at a more comfortable angle.
Joel wasn't quite seeing shapes yet, but he still felt the need to talk. "Why did I-" -make so many me-s? I have to deal with all- "-you assholes-" -now! A commendable effort.
Careful, swearing could be against Shabbat law for all you know!
"Why are you even here, Scar?"
A booming voice joined in, and Joel prepared a collection of insults ahead of time. Lashon hara is never allowed, guys. Keep that in mind.
Aren't you an idol? he shot back, swinging a leg off the bed and hitting the nightstand. Neither is, uh- "-avodah zara!"
You guessed right, congrats.
"Fuck off."
He got up, suddenly remembering the nightstand incident about five seconds before.
He decided to stay on topic, if not just to drown out the laughter. "Can't study, for sure. Can't work, obviously... can't write either, right?"
Another voice, just a nondescript Joel in the crowd. Can't use electricity, though I don't know where that came from? Was HaShem out there gaming?
"Not on Saturday he wasn't."
Fuck off.
He waded through the room a bit more carefully than earlier, pushing books and loose papers out of the way with his foot to clear a path.
Is cleaning banned?
"I'm cleaning right now!" To demonstrate, he pushed aside another notebook.
I hope it is, then.
He growled to avoid beating their new joke into the ground.
Making his way further into the dorm, he bee-lined for the kitchen. The sunlight wasn't good for his still-blurry vision, and there was lots of complaining all around.
On pure instinct, he grabbed a frozen burrito out of the fridge, walked over to the microwave, and began nuking it.
Joel? Scar's voice was amplified strangely, like he was imitating leaning into a microphone.
"Be more specific."
He breezed past this. I do actually know one of the Shabbat laws.
"Which one-" Joel's vision cleared as he turned his gaze to the food he was cooking. "Oh, shit."
Well, now we're already Shabbat criminals, mind letting me draw? Just for a couple hours-
He groaned. "I'm becoming a damn singlet."
Is that a yes?
"Fuck off."