Hoody
“Jeez, how many blankets does His High Crankiness have?”
“He doesn’t like to be cold.” Eyeless stood in the doorway, pondering the oddness of Hoody in Jeff’s bed with a hand under his chin and elbow cupped in his other hand. “I suppose I should have expected this since Masky’s holed up. Are you staying the whole day?”
“Eh, just a couple hours. Why, what were you planning to do?” There were a lot of blankets here. And pillows. How did Jeff not get smothered in his sleep with all this.. fluff? “Miracle we never lost the chibi when he was chibier. Did he buy out Bed ‘n bath?”
“You can always sleep in my bed,” Eyeless pointed out. Unlike Jeff’s, it was still neatly made up with a smooth blanket and a single pillow in the exact center.
“Why do you two sleep apart anyways? It’s so crammed in here you could just get one slightly bigger bed and then have.. whatever else you like. This is more like a prison bed and oh my god Eyeless do you sleep on wood pallets?”
As his poor hospital corners got quickly dismembered by Hoody digging through to see what the hell the mattress was made of to be so hard, Eyeless shook his head. “Futon mattress, it’s better for your back. And we don’t sleep together because I don’t sleep and Jeff doesn’t like it.”
“If you don’t sleep then why do you even bother with a bed?”
“Because it’s nice to lay down and ponder the universe and why you take up so much space in it.”
Hoody paused in his re-arranging, dumping half the blankets and most of the pillows on Eyeless’ bed to make Jeff’s more tolerable. “Is that a general-you or a specific-you?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does if I’m going to wake up with you standing over me with a scalpel and anatomy chart.”
“I don’t need a manual.”
Hoody turned to squint at the idling Monster Chef, still standing there with his chin in hand as if he had nothing better to do than listen to Hoody gripe about bedding. “....I’ve changed my mind. I’ll go sleep with Liu.”
“After you’ve re-made the beds,” Eyeless agreed peacefully. And continued to block the doorway, staring Hoody down until he did just that. Not as neatly as they’d been before he’d come in like a hurricane, but more or less put back together.
“Happy?”
“Exceedingly. Now get out.”