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Sirius Gibson was not necessarily as opposed to company as he presented himself to be. So when Claire and Ashe practically busted his door down, he wasn't as upset as he would have been, say, a week or a month ago.
"Good day, good dayyyy!!" Ashe sang out, hanging near the door as Claire advanced toward him.
"Ashe and I were thinking that we could all have a sleepover tonight! We haven't done something like that in a while, after all!" Claire said.
Sirius was about to object, but when he saw the way Claire's eyes sparkled at the idea, he just couldn't refuse. Seriously, how did she do that!?
"I–Wh..." Sirius stammered as Noel and Wilardo emerged from the hallway. "Oh, alright! Fine! If you're willing to sleep on the floor, that is."
"The floor?" Ashe whined. "That's so mean! We don't wanna sleep on the floor!"
"These beds can barely fit two of us, let alone five! Unless you want to bring in one of your beds, it just won't work!"
"Hmmm....!" Claire hummed. "Will the two strongest and most hansome men present fetch the bed from my room, pretty please?"
"Right away, Miss Claire!!" Ashe said, already halfway down the hall.
"Hey, she said 'most handsome', didn't she?" Noel said, following quickly behind.
"Yes, but I am clearly the most strong of anyone here!"
"Oh, please, you've seen what I can do to you."
The two of them argued down the hallway, their voices fading to nothing as they traveled to the staircase.
Claire dove belly first onto Sirius's comforter, making him bounce slightly. Wilardo took a seat at the foot of the bed, leaning up against the wall.
"Hey! You can't lay on my bed with your day clothes on!" Sirius exclaimed. "Go get your pyjamas!"
"Is it really that serious?" Wilardo asked.
"Absolutely! Run along and get them!"
Just then, Ashe and Noel pulled Claire's bed through the doorway, panting and sweating. Noel set the end of the bed on the floor with a thunk, causing Ashe to drop the end he was carrying.
"Boys, will you go to each of our rooms and get our pyjamas~?" Claire asked, batting her eyes.
"We just carried a whole bed down a flight of stairs! We're not making another trip!" Noel said, out of breath.
"But I'm a pretty girl! You boys should be doing things for me all the time!" Claire said.
"Hmph, I'm all set for bed, I'm certianly not going to fetch them!" Sirius said, pulling his comforter over him.
"Not doin' it." Wilardo said.
They all sat, bickering over who was going to make the trip. Sirius pulled his pillow over his head, groaning as the headache he'd been nursing came back.
"Why don't we just sleep naked?" Wilardo said, sweeping the room into a swift silence. "I mean, I do that already, so..."
And all of a sudden, everyone was in agreeance.
Sirius, the only one in the room actually clothed, laying right between Noel and Wilardo. Ashe squealed as Wilardo shifted in bed next to him.
"You're so cold! Why are you so cold!?" He exclaimed. "You're practically freezing!"
"Not a fan? Didn't you say it felt good on your..." Wilardo laughed as Ashe smacked his face to cut him off. Claire nuzzled her head into the crook of Ashe's neck, pulling herself in close to him. Sirius could feel Wilardo's cold skin through the silk fabric of his nightclothes, shivering sligtly as he inched his thigh away from the contact.
On his right, Noel was buried beneath the comforter, his head pressed against Sirius's chest, one hand cupping his pectoral muscle gently.
He'd never admit it, but he felt entirely content like this. If it really were a dream, he hoped it'd never end.