Atticus held his pillow as Kaz spread one of the blankets over the mattress, leaning down over the edge of his bed to set the pillow on top before Kaz threw the other blanket over it. He crawled in between the blankets, pulling the thick quilted one up to his chin as he looked over at the TV. Atticus slid into his bed as well, the hand holding the remote resting on his chest as he turned to face the TV. It wasn't long before the two were fast asleep, snoring loudly as the TV continued to play cheesy horror films and monochrome sitcoms.

A loud knocking on the door the next morning startled Kaz awake, causing him to roll off the mattress and nearly ram his head into the leg of the desk chair. Atticus snored loudly above him, and Kaz glared up at him as he adjusted his glasses. "Yeah?" he called towards the door, rubbing at his eyes as he resisted the urge to just lay back down and fall asleep.

"Breakfast will be done in five, so I would be awake before the food goes cold," came Mr. Morales' voice, and Kaz watched his fuzzy outline walk down the hallway towards the kitchen. Kaz winced as he stood, gripping the side of Atticus' bed as he got to his feet. Said boy was snoring loudly, his back turned to the other boy as he gripped the remote loosely in one hand. Without hesitation Kaz reached for his pillow and raised it above his head, bringing it down on Atticus' face with a loud "thwump."

"Wake the fuck up before I die of hunger, Bitchicus," he muttered loudly, a small smile quirking at the corner of his lip at the parody of Atticus' name. The dark haired boy grumbled something that sounded vaguely like "fuck you," though he wasn't quite sure. Just for good measure Kaz thwacked him with the pillow again, causing Atticus to bolt upright and grab it.

"Quit hitting me with this fucking thing," he grumbled, pointing a finger threateningly at Kaz while the other boy cracked a grin.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, I think. Or pancakes. I don't know, but wake your ass up because I want food," Kaz said, running a hand through his mess of curls as Atticus tossed the pillow back onto the ground

"Okay, okay," he muttered, sliding to his feet with a muffled thud. "We're off to eat food!" he called theatrically, which just looked ridiculous considering his disastrous bedhead and smudged eyeliner. The two walked towards the door, Atticus falling against it while the hinges creaked in protest.

"It's a pull when you're walking out, dumbass," Kaz chuckled, and Atticus flipped him off as he yanked the door open. They stumbled out into the hall, feet dragging against the carpet as they flopped into their usual places at the kitchen table. Mr. Morales was sipping a mug of coffee at the end of the table, a grey brow raised as the two nearly fell against the table. Kaz pressed his face into the smooth wooden surface, Atticus looking like he was about to fall asleep with his chin resting in the palm of one hand. Mrs. Morales was singing something in the kitchen, dancing in place despite the fact that she was coughing almost every other minute. She turned towards the table, two plates in hand as she smiled.