Couch Potato (Open!)

[Specs]

Specs shifted on the couch, turning over and letting his book and glasses fall onto the floor. He rolled over, muttering in his sleep as he grabbed a nearby pillow and buried his face in it.

It'd been a long day of selling what with standing on his feet all day and trying to sell as much papers as he could. He needed to send money back home and selling was the only way he could do it. Ignoring the sunshine outside, he hid under the pillow and refused to anyone or move an inch from the couch.

[Pie]

((hello! ))

Pie Eater came in from selling the last of his papers, rubbing his hands together to fend off the cold. As he moved through the lobby, he spotted Specs on the couch -- the first of the old gang he'd seen since he'd returned from his parents' house.

It wasn't the nicest thing to do, but Pie couldn't help himself. He stepped into the parlor, braced his shoulder against the door frame, and spoke in a loud voice, "Well, now, ain't that a shame. A newsie sleepin' the day away." He smirked. "Get up, Specs, you're wastin' daylight."

[Specs]

((Hi!! *waves*))

Specs immediately bolted upright, his eyes half open as he tried to make sense of what just happened. He looked around for his glasses, secretly wishing that he'd taken a nap in his bunkbed instead.

"Wh-what?" he muttered, putting on his glasses and looking around. The lobby was empty and no one was around. Figuring that he'd just heard it in his head, he laid back down on the couch and tried to go back to sleep.

[Pie]

Pie had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He waited until Specs had settled back into the dent in the couch, then cupped one hand around his mouth.

"Specs!" he shouted. "Get up and carry that banner!"

[Specs]

Specs turned over once he heard the voice again, nearly falling off the couch but catching himself and tumbling off of the floor. He groaned, pushing his glasses on his nose.

"W-Who is it?" he said drowsily as he tried to make sense of what just happened. Was it really that difficult to take a nap around here?

[Pie]

Finally, with a laugh, Pie moved around the corner, leaning back against the door frame and smirking at poor Specs. "Heya, kid. Nice nap?"

[Specs]

Specs looked behind him, turning to find a very amused looking Pie. His eyes widened and his face broke out in a smile.

"I knew it!" he laughed, scrambling up and rushing over to playfully punch his friend on the shoulder. "Where you been? You're here! What happened?"

[Pie]

Pie laughed, ducking away from Specs's punch. "Ah, y'know, once my ma got a hold of me, she refused to let me come back. Had to sneak away in the night." He smirked. "How ya been?"

[Specs]

Specs shrugged, laughing. "Y'know, the usual stuff..." he started before smirking playfully. "Got a girl now."

[Pie]

"A girl? You?" Pie said teasingly, then laughed. "Who is the poor thing? She pretty?"

[Specs]

"Of course!" said Specs defensively, shooting him a look. "And she's no poor thing! I mean, we're all poor but... her name's Tag. She's amazing, Pie, you'll like her, I swear."

[Pie]

Pie laughed again. "Yeah? Well, bring her around and let me meet her. We can all go to Tibby's or somethin'."

[Specs]

Specs nodded, grinning widely. He hoped that Tag would like Pie, considering what they went through with Skittery before.

"Sounds like a plan," he chuckled. "When did you get back? Have you seen any of the other guys?"

[Pie]

Pie shook his head. "Nah, I got in yesterday -- stayed out all night, and got an early start this mornin'." He folded his arms over his chest. "What have I missed these days?"

[Specs]

Specs didn't even know where to start. Although he and Tag were never in the center of the drama that went on in the lodging house, they still saw what happened.

"Let's just say trouble always makes it back to this house," he smirked. "But, then, I'm sure I didn't need to tell you that."