The television remote slid gently from Shikamaru's hand and bounced once on the carpet. Shikamaru himself slumped still deeper into the sofa cushions with a gentle snore. The boys lounging about near him smiled knowingly to themselves.
"Shika? Hey, you sleeping again?" Chouji flapped an experimental hand in front of his friend's face. No response. Encouraged, Chouji prodded Shikamaru in the ribs with one pudgy finger. The other boy merely rolled onto his side, murmuring something indistinct. Something to do with buttons. Apparently they were troublesome.
"Yep." Chouji concluded. "He's out."
"Excellent." grinned Kiba. "Now, who's got those marker pens?"