keep refrigerated
Kay tosses over his bed, finding tonight extra hot than any other day (and he’s even sleeping naked most of the time). He mumbles and sighs, flopping over like a little kid just because he can’t sleep. At times like this, he’d usually make a snowball out of his hands, but he doesn’t want his bed getting wet or whatsoever, and ice isn’t just enough.
So, he pushes himself up, slipping a plain shirt and jogger pants as he goes to take his neck pillow. Half-lidded eyes try to help him follow the route to the small high end coffee shop cafeteria in the lower floor-- the usual place he goes whenever it gets too warm for him at night.
Pale blue eyes search the room once he arrives, smiling in content when he sees the big fridge. Having observed that the students usually drink so much bottled coffee, the fridge is usually empty at the end of the day.
He walks idly to it, pulling it open for him to settle in. He smiles again, finding himself doing a good job as he falls fast asleep.