Karen opened her eyes to the familiar sight of Marinette's roof.
The squad had decided to have a sleepover at Marinette's home. It was surprisingly easy to convince their parents, or aunt in Peter's case, to stay overnight at the house of a friend that lives in another country. When the sleepover commenced, they did average teenage things. Pillow fights, watching horror movies, pranking the first person to fall asleep.
The works.
Karen walked to the kitchen and helped herself to some bread and coffee.
"WHAT THE-" Someone yelled from the bathroom.
A couple angry stomps later, and Karen was face to face with Jaime.
Jaime pointed to a drawing of an L on his face. "You did this."
"What gave me away?" Karen sarcastically asked.
"Whatever." Jaime grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. "I'm making some chocolate milk. It You want some?"
"Nope." Karen said. "Too old for that. Trying coffee for the first time." Karen took a sip of the coffee…
…ran to the sink and spat it out.
"IT TASTES HORRIBLE! Jaime, give me some of that chocolate milk, my taste buds are in agony!"
"Alright." Jaime slid a glass of milk to Karen, who drank it quickly.
"How do adults drink that stuff? WILLINGLY?!" Karen complained.
A loud yawn was heard as Peter walked down the stairs.
"Morning, Peter." Jaime said.
"Hey guys, how it's going?"
Jaime and Karen both had gaping eyes. Because they were looking at Peter, but the voice they heard coming out of his mouth was DEFINITELY NOT Peter's.
"What the actual-" Jaime said.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Are you okay? Is your throat good?" Karen asked.
"Oh, that. Yeah, that's just my morning voice. Your voice doesn't get deeper in the morning?" Peter said.
"It does, but not to this extent. Like, bro!" Jaime said.
"It's not that bad." Peter said.
"You sound like you're the pilot of the Black Lion." Karen joked, earning a wheeze from Jaime.
"Ha ha." Peter deadpanned.
"Seriously though, how does that happen?" Jaime asked. "Is it like a condition or…"
"I have no idea why my voice is like this in the morning, Jaime." Peter said, clearly done with the whole conversation involving his voice. "Now may I please enjoy my morning in peace?"
"Alright, alright."
"Also, Karen, can I get a glass of that chocolate milk?" Peter requested.
"Okay Shiro." Karen joked.
Peter's eye twitched. "I will make you drink coffee Beecher if you make one more joke about my voice. Do not test the Spider."
Karen's face shifted to a face of fear, and she quickly shut up.
"Also, if you think my voice sounds different, listen to Marinette. She's sounding like she stole someone else's vocal cords." Peter said.
"Pshh, can't be that bad." Jaime said before taking a sip of his chocolate milk.
"Morning guys."
"PFFFT!"
That was the sound of Jaime both eating his words and spitting out his chocolate milk. Karen meanwhile just stared with wide eyes.
Peter was right. He sounded just deeper. Marinette sounded like an entirely different person.
"Are you okay, Jaime?" Marinette asked.
"Your-your voice…" Karen started.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Marinette said.
"It's not that bad." Peter said.
"Easy for you to say. Your voice does the same thing." Jaime said, while cleaning up the chocolate milk he spat everywhere.
"Don't worry, I'm not contagious or anything." Marinette joked.
"Considering you sound less like "Marinette Dupain-Cheng" and more like "Velvet Crowe," that is the least of my concerns." Karen snarked.
"Oh, you made chocolate milk? Can I have a glass?" Marinette asked.
"Sure." Jaime slid over a glass.
"By the way, wanna learn how to get rid of morning voice?" Peter drank some of his chocolate milk.
"Drink something." Peter said in his normal voice.
"Yep." Marinette drank some of the milk, and her voice became closer to her normal pitch.
"Well now you don't sound like The Lord of Calamity." Jaime said.
"Thank you, Jaime." Marinette said.
"Now you sound like the heir to the Zoldyck family!" Jaime said.
"Oh, ha ha ha." Marinette said.