@crmimi:
“is it…is it?” miguel does his best imitation of an obnoxious parrot, like the macaws he sometimes sees squawking back in the sunshine terrains of his home country. he knows it’s going to bother the slytherin, that’s partially the reason why he’s still doing so because he wants to ruffle cyrus’s feathers. but not enough to cause a combustion, for flames to soar up, but just enough for a little spark.
“but no it’s not a test. even if…if you don’t think that cause i may have woken you up earlier than you asked me to,” he looks over at his own bundled up hotel bed, then back at his friends that he’s conveniently tackled himself into, sleepy boy included, to wake up the slytherin. “because i have a big surprise for you!”
it may involve storing up money secretly for the past few days of their outing while cyrus wasn’t looking, casually glancing at things the slytherin is looking at but doesn’t touch. a few assumptions along the way too but it came to a good conclusion. he would hope. “i have an amazing thing stored for you! that we have to go to now. come on, you’ll thank me later.”
he jabs the other boy along the side a few times before leaping off. now it’s all about waiting. eagerly.
he groans immediately, covering his eyes with his pillow. once he’s woken up, it isn’t hard for him to fall back asleep, but with miguel around, it is rather difficult. especially when he could hear the energy rolling off the other in waves. how is this possible? “no, i don’t want any surprises, i want to go back to sleep.” there’s exasperation his statement, but he knows it is a losing battle. despite this, apparently stubbornness is in the forefront today because cyrus does not budge.
he wants to whine, he wants to say so much but when he’s basically attacked in his own bed-- cyrus yawns pointedly before sitting up. he is not a morning person, he will never be a morning person, and mimi knows this. (it’s why the unfortunate first class of the day is the only one he is tardy for, but honestly who puts classes that early anyway? it really should be pushed an hour to be more humane.) “you’re lucky i trust you or else i’d probably go straight back to sleep. we didn’t exactly sleep early either,” tears leaking from his eyes after the yawn, and cyrus rubs at his face before lumbering out of bed, a large contrast to the hufflepuff’s jubilant behaviour.
“is there a time crunch or do i have at least a few minutes to get ready? and how are you so ....awake? this isn’t like us. no, i think i’m still dreaming,” cyrus declares before plopping back into the cushiness of the bed. “oh nope, nope,” when he feels the jabs. “alright, alright i’m up and at your mercy, just give me a moment.”
it’s the last thing he says before he rushes into the bathroom so cyrus can throw cold water on his face, which sort of wakes him up a little. but barely. in fact, he was so sleep deprived that there were no contemplations at what miguel had up his sleeve. nope, just let him be surprised, that was alright too.
