"Does anyone else know what a creep you are, Leonhart?" Seifer's voice was muffled from the blanket over his head, but Squall didn't bother asking how Seifer knew he was there.
"Just you," came the unexpected answer. Seifer actually drew the blanket down and looked over towards the door to his room where Squall stood, leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed.
"What time is it, even?" Seifer sighed, rolling over and grabbing his clock. "Fuck; it's two a.m. Can't you at least stalk me when I don't have to be up in four hours?" he groaned.
"I'm not stalking you." If it were anyone else, Seifer would have said that it was said with a distinct pout.
"You definitely are." There was a few moments in between, where Seifer realized Squall wasn't going to leave.
"Fine, get in. I can't sleep with you staring at me," he said, lifting the blanket and offering some room on the mattress for Squall to slide in.
There was some rustling in the dark, and then a warm body pressed against his own.
"I don't know why you don't just come to sleep in here at a normal hour," he grumbled, getting a mouthful of hair.