Fado/Hayden is adorbs, tru fax.
"Come on, stand up." An annoyed grumble was the answer. "Hayden, stand up. It's already eight." The answer was yet again a grumble, which sounded a bit like 'g'way'.
Fado pursed his lips, frowned and stared at the still mostly asleep Hayden lying on their bed. A devious smile entered his face when he noticed how close Hayden was to the edge of the bed.
"I give you one last chance. Stand up." Hayden pulled the blanket closer around himself. "Fine," Fado muttered under his breath and prepared; he took a step back, aimed and jumped on the bed directly next to Hayden. He bounced up and over, rolling over the edge of the bed, and yelped in surprise.
"You lost your one chance," Fado said, grinning, and rolled onto his belly, looking down at the disgruntled Hayden. He pushed himself up, resting his head on the mattress, and stared at Fado expressionless – he could barely keep his eyes open. "Now wake up, sunshine." Hayden snorted unamused. "Na, don't be so grumpy." Fado leaned forward and kissed Hayden´s cheek. Hayden snorted again, this time amused and with his mouth quirking upwards. "Excellent. And now make me breakfast. It's your turn."