Realistically, she doesn’t care. At all. She’s seen him naked a lot of times. And she’s his roommate – this is nothing new. Or, at least, it shouldn’t be. If he’s got a problem then it’s his own, because Lydia gives no fucks right now. She’s too happy, too buzzed, and rather comfortable on top of him now that she thinks about it.
“Nahnahnahnahnah. You gotta guess. Guess GUESS GUESS GUESS.”
Normally, he’d care less about her jumping at him like this. Living with her for so long, he’d gotten used to her antics, her habits, everything. But as he had stated before, he had just woken up - and if the lack of coffee wasn’t enough to make him feel a slight pang of irritation, the morning wood pressing against the inside of his boxers, causing a tent to appear, surely did. She was still on top of him
“L-Lydia, I’m not in the…”, he began, squirming underneath his friend, hands grabbing her by the shoulders, trying to push her off of him. “…MOOD for games right now!”
