Turtle wasn’t sure when she had passed out but with Tyrant’s parties that wasn’t to unusual. The last thing she remembered had her blushing so hard so she kinda glad no one was up yet. Wondering what had woken her, she glanced around the living room. (Well at least she didn’t have to worry about anyone dragging her off to a bedroom while she was out at these parties.)
A very familiar, and annoying, buzzing started up again and she was suddenly dive bombing for her backpack. Fumbling around for the right pocket that held her phone was a pain to do without coffee. Eventually she found it and silenced her first of many alarms for work. Crap, hopefully she could make it home in time for a shower. At least her work clothes were clean.
There was a noise off to her left and she hoped it was just something shuffling around in their sleep. (She HATED waking people if she didn’t have to.) She slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out at the sight before her. BP was covered in neon duck tape and stuck to the arm chair. Oh that was going to hurt coming off. He was also awake. Poor cat.
“Hold on dude,” she whispered, digging back into her back pack. She could pull out the pocket knife she carried for her late night walks home from work but given the number of “sans” personalities in the house; a knife might be a bad idea. Even if she was just using it to cut duck tape.
“There you are.” She grinned, pulling out a nail file with a grin. One good thing about duck tape; you could tear it in a straight line pretty easy. She just needed something to start it. Turning quickly back to BP, she frowned as she started to work him free. He twitched and squirmed like anyone would while being covered in duck tape.
“This works better if you hold still, bud,” she warned, glaring at the offending tape. Really if she found out who had the bright idea of using tape on the guy with fur, she was going to haunt their ass. At least the skeletons don’t run the risk of having bald patches if someone’s not careful. And Turtle was fairly sure the flamers would just burn it off. (Grillby would be the only one to wait for someone to get him out of the chair before, she was sure. Fellby might start a house fire if anyone dared to pull this on him.)
“Bet they got you only cause they know you wont do anything.” She’s never in a good mood when she wakes up and this just pushed her further into grouch mode. By the time she got the late of it off him, she started looking around for her little flaming alien/monster hybrid to burn the shit. Turtle finds her, and all the other kids, curled up in a corner of the living room. Blue, surprisingly, was in the center of their little pile.
Poor Blue was probably going to wake up with the worst headache in the world from a caffeine hangover. Turtle stumbled back over to her backpack and started digging again.
“Crap, does Ibuprofen even work on you guys?” she murmured. She could just leave the bottle there just in case. She did have to get more soon anyway. Her second alarm started buzzing and she cursed again. Working weekends sucked.
the tortoise’s two cents: Have I mentioned how much I love your writing? Turtle-kohai is amazing, and this was such a fun read! <3 Poor Burgerpants. xD He never catches a break.