"Do we have to go Sy?"
Christian stretched luxuriously under the red sheets "I'm all comfortable and warm."
Syed stumbled groggily out of bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"We haven't seen anyone for days, they'll think we're dead. It's rude'
He pulled open a drawer, throwing check shirts behind him onto the floor.
"Why can't I find any pants." he glared across, Christian wriggled a little deeper under the covers "Christian! What have you done with my pants?"
The sheets started to shake slightly as Christian tried not to laugh.
"I couldn't find the oven gloves" he spluttered "but your pants didn't work very well, they got a bit singed…I got a little burn too, will you kiss it better?"
Syed let out a roar.
"That'll be a no then.."