thank you for the music - Trobed (Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir) (Community)

thank you for the music

 "Good morning, Abed!" Annie pads into the kitchen, still groggy from just waking up. "How did you sleep?"

Abed looks up from his bowl of Lucky Charms. "Good morning, Annie," he says in response. "I slept the same I always do, thank you."

Annie nods in response and settles in at Abed's left side, not-so-discreetly rubbing the sleep dust from her eyes.

"You know, you really shouldn't eat that stuff for breakfast every day," Annie says, gesturing towards Abed's bowl of sugary cereal. "It's very unhealthy."

Abed sighs internally. Ever since Annie moved in, she'd been trying to find her place within Troy and Abed's dynamic: her most recent role being the mother figure.

"You know, you really shouldn't criticize your new roommate's eating habits," Abed mimics Annies tone, "It's very annoying."

Annie makes her little I'm offended gasp, high-pitched and short. Her eyelashes flutter and her bottom lip quivers, creating what the rest of the study group has come to refer to as the 'Disney face'. Thankfully, the only witness is Abed, who, unlike everyone else, has never fallen prey to Annie's self-victimization.

Troy is still sleeping in the blanket fort, but according to Abed's notes, he should be waking up soon, at eight-thirty. As much as Troy hates waking up early, his internal clock won't let him wake up past the time classes normally start at Greendale.

In fact, if Abed's watch is correct (which it always is), Troy should be up and at 'em in 5, 4, 3, 2--

"Hey, guys," Troy stumbles out of the fort, yawning sleepily. "What's up?"

"Annie and I were just discussing my Lucky Charms," Abed gives Troy a small smile before turning back to his breakfast.

Troy reciprocates the smile, then shuffles towards the cabinets and pulls out a box of said cereal to pour himself a bowl.

"What about them?" Troy inquires. "Were you talking about the leprechaun on the box?"

He finishes pouring and thrusts the box towards Abed and Annie.

"Because I get it. He's so creepy, " Troy hisses at his roommates. "It's a little secret of mine, but I'm legit terrified of leprechauns. Little green men who play tricks? No thank you."

Annie giggles. "No, we weren't talking about that, but I see your point, Troy! They are kind of gross..."

"However, according to Irish folklore, they can grant three wishes," Abed interjects. "So strange as they may be, they aren't all bad."

"You have a point there, buddy," Troy squeezes Abed's shoulder before sliding into the seat on his right. "They might not be totally evil."

"Well, no. A leprechaun is the son of an evil spirit and a degenerate fairy," Abed corrects him. "They're pretty evil. At least, David Russel McAnally thought so."

"Pfft- Anally."

"Did he invent leprechauns?" Annie asks, ignoring Troy's snickering.

"Assuming they exist, then no. But he was one of the first authors to introduce them to non-Irish people through his literature."

"Man, how do you know all this crap?" Troy asks, half-awed, half-incredulous. "You're awesome, Abed."

Troy nudges Abed with his shoulder, causing Abed to laugh and drop his spoon into the bowl of cereal.

As the two friends watch the handle slowly disappear into the sea of marshmallows and milk, Annie observes them with raised eyebrows.