A/N: A little drabble written for one of my first Newsies ships.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own.
The first thing Itey was aware of upon waking up was the fact that there was a foot in his face. Again.
"Ugh," he muttered, quickly shoving Snitch's foot away and wiping his face in disgust. On the other side of the bunk, Snitch shifted, still half-asleep, and rolled onto his back. Itey made a face and hit Snitch on the shoulder. "Wake up, stupid."
"S'matter?" Snitch mumbled without opening his eyes.
"Time to get up."
"Don't wanna get up." Snitch buried his face in his pillow. "Wanna sleep."
Itey rolled his eyes. "Fine. Miss breakfast."
At the mention of food, Snitch was instantly wide awake. "Okay, I'm up. I'm awake. Let's go."
As they stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, Itey said, "By the way, if I wake up with your foot in my face one more time, things'll get ugly."
"Hey, I can't control what happens when I'm sleepin'…"
"Try sleepin' with your head at the other end of the bed – my breath ain't that bad."
"Ever smelled your breath?" Snitch made a face. "And sleepin' on the same end as you would be weird. It'd be like we was married or somethin'…"
Itey punched Snitch's shoulder. "Yeah, like that's gonna happen."
His words made him sound disgusted at the idea, but part of Itey made him wonder if it would really be so bad, being with Snitch. The way Bumlets and Dutchy were together, or Swifty and Mush. Snitch was his best friend, would it really be so different? Or so bad?
Whoa, Itey, you gotta stop borrowing from Kloppman's whiskey supply before bed… He shook himself and made a point of ignoring Snitch until they both had their shirts on.