Peni Tent, Wednesday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

Over the past few days, Topher had learned some things about close-quarters communal living. The first thing he'd learned was that his normal sleep schedule (waking up early to play on his laptop, then taking a few naps interspersed with occasional breaks for video games) wasn't really going to fly here. The light from the computer while other people were sleeping tended to be a little on the annoying side, and while he ordinarily wouldn't care... well. He was sleeping next to Billy.

So.

Morning again, with Topher fidgeting and trying not to make an excessive amount of noise, playing Angry Birds and cupping one hand around his phone to try to prevent the light from bothering anyone.

By which he meant Billy.

If it bothered Mercy or Sam, he was pretty much okay with that. Sorry, guys.

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[selfhelphero]

Over the past week, Billy had found that he wasn't a terribly heavy sleeper out in the tents, without the blissful darkness he had in his dorm room. The light from Topher's phone, even blocked a little by his hand, was enough to get him up, and he cracked an eye open to watch him. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

[walkswithcoyote]

Topher was just very very lucky that Mercy liked Billy.

Otherwise, something really unfortunate might already have happened to all of Topher's electronics. Really, really unfortunate.

Coyote vision and hearing and all that.