Kapoo wip smack!
Kapoo wip smack!
"Hehe..."
KAPOO WIP SMACK!
SLAM!
"WHAT. ARE YOU DOING."
A certain someone opened a metal door with a clang, bleary eyed and still in his nightshirt.
"IT'S LITERALLY THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT."
... ... ...KAPOOWIPSMACK.
"Hey! That hurt, idiot! Oi! Don't you dare gimme that 'I'm cute and innocent, please don't hurt me' look!"
...Kapoo wip smack?
"That's it! Gimme that tennis racquet! And the ball! All of them! Why are they even in your pocket in the first place?! WHY ARE YOU PLAYING RACQUETBALL IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"
"...But I'm bored, oh great 'Sky Emperor.'"
"Then go to sleep! Why are you even up here?! I thought you said you had stuff to do!"
"I did. But then I didn't."
A facepalm and a sigh. "Falma. I don't understand you sometimes."
With a rapid succession of nods, the response was: "See, even my mother told me I was impossible."
"Augh… Just... Go back to sleep…"
"But… It's cold in my room…"
"Oh, really? We're at 34,000 feet and this has just occurred to you?"
Pouty face?
"Oh, fine. Fine. Get your lazy lighting butt in here."
"Yay!"
Glomptacklesqueezyhug.
And just before sleep was found (though, being crushed by your friend in a very small hammock wasn't all that comfortable), a sentence was whispered-
"Kapoo wip smack…"