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•｡ ☁ Kurt clicked his tongue in the midst of the daunting silence, reaching for his charging cell phone on the bedside table adjacent to him. He blinked once or two to adjust to the newfound light, typing in rapidly the name of a joint within the vicinity of the campus whose sole intention was to appeal to the insatiable appetite of insomniac teens who want something sweet on their tongues. Scrolling through their various options, he previously believed that he had been the only one whose eyes could not remain closed and guide him into a peaceful sleep -- turning his head, he noticed movement inside of bedsheets on the other side of the room where one of his roommates slept. Momentarily, he had forgotten who exactly claimed ownership to that bunk until a wispy piece of blond hair emerged that undeniably belonged to Gill; after all, he was the only blond in this room.
Part of him wished to ignore his existence and return to ordering the cookies; alas, now that he knew that he was not the only one awake, he exhaled a disgruntled sigh and sat up on his mattress. “Pst.” He hissed out, hoping to capture his attention following one effortless attempt. “Gill. Why are you still awake? Go to sleep.”