"What are you doing?"
Hues of the TV screen were the only light in the room where Snotlout sat on the couch, startled by Ruffnut's out of the blue appearance. It was three in the morning and he did not expect to answer anything at that time of the night. He held onto the cold box in his hands, trying to calm the heart that was trying to come out of his chest.
"Shit, Ruff, honestly… Walk quieter, will you? I'm watching TV…"
"I see tha- is that Hey Arnold?"
"…Maybe."
The confusion was fair, Snotlout would have to admit that much. But he wasn't going to try too hard to defend life choices when he had been awake for too long to care. He shrugged and asked; Ruffnut looked puzzled at the entrance of the small living room in the boxer shorts and the old t-shirt she stole from him.
"I couldn't sleep, it was on. Why are you up?"
Ruff simply tugged at the messy braid and yawned generously instead of coming up with a reply. Her eyes were half shot but the scene amused her far too much to leave him be and go back to bed. "Thirsty," she mumbled as she walked to the couch and squeezed next to him. "My god, you have ice cream and everything. Give me that…"
He didn't stop her when she snatched the box off of his hands and treated herself to a huge spoonful of Baked Alaska. Snotlout could swear he picked Phish Food. Late night snacking had its downsides; as well as similar looking ice cream boxes. Oh well.
"Why do you keep buying this gooey crap?" he asked, unimpressed by the marshmallows. Ruffnut shrugged while Helga yelled at Arnold. "I like the polar bears."
A/N: Little bit of Modern AU break. And now I want Ben&Jerry's. (I prefer Chunky Monkey.)