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George couldn't remember a single day during the past week that he was able to wake up on his own. Perhaps his standard "sleeping in time" was a little bit too late into the day, or perhaps his current guests were just flat-out impatient. Whatever the reason was, it didn't really matter, because today was (unsurprisingly) no different.

Rather than rising with the sun and getting the option to continue his dreaming or arise as he pleased, George had been thrown about and shaken until he was practically falling off of the bed. Not once did he get to admire the hazy morning light filtering in through the window blinds or the sleeping man beside him (who was wrapped up tight in George's striped blanket as if to block out the cold he never got to experience back at home).

At least this time he wasn't the only one who fell victim to the rude morning call.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey! Except we don't have eggs... or bacon for that matter. But that's beside the point. Get up!" George groaned, burying his head into his pillow that was hugged up against his chest—George knew it, or rather he, wasn't a pillow, but nobody needed to go that far. Surely it would be better to tell himself that he was snuggling up against an encased ball of fluff rather than his best friend. The comforter was ripped off of both men, groans of protest leaving their lips simultaneously as they were forced to awaken.

There, at the end of the bed, was Xander. And he looked as pleased as ever.

"Well, would ya look at that?" He sing-songed, and George didn't have the energy to bite back with a snarky remark. He had just barely woken up, after all. "I hate to cut your guy's beauty sleep short, but we've got things to do and places to be!"

George felt the arm that was wrapped tightly around his shoulder loosen, prompting the Brit to move his own cuddled-up body and come up to a sitting position. Dream opted for trying to grab at the covers and pull them back over himself, yet couldn't reach them (Xander had yanked it nearly completely off), George threw Dream a bone and did it for him, chuckling at the strained noise that came from his friend when the duvet fell back over his face as George practically tucked him back in.

"And how did you get in this time?" George asked rhetorically, finally turning back to face their intruder. Xander shrugged and made a scene of falling onto the bed, laying over both pairs of legs. His own arms outstretched, leaving him in a messy starfish position.

"I broke in, what do you mean?" George rolled his eyes at the snickering man, looking over to where his phone rested beside them on his bedside table."Kidding, but it's not like I wouldn't do that if it came to it." There wasn't a single trace of a lie in that statement, George thought as he reached for his phone. "I texted Cara last night and she let me in."

George nodded and switched the Device on, scanning over the lock screen. "I see, and what are you doing here at eight in the morning?"

Xander huffed as if the answer was obvious. "The early bird catches the worm, Georgie! How're we gonna compete if we don't get our practice in?"

George sighed, bringing his hand into the air to wave Xander off of his legs. After complying, the pair stood up, being careful not to disrupt—the sleeping? half asleep?—Dream that was still bundled up in the bed.

"I could argue both ways, don't you think we would perform better if I wasn't ready to pass out due to sleep neglect the whole time?" George teased, moving to his closet where he kept most of his skating outfits folded away.

"True me, you'll be fine, you've gone without sleep countless times before. I'm so sorry I didn't let you get your normal twelve hours worth, Sleeping Beauty." George rolled his eyes, sending a halfhearted punch Xander's way. From his closet, he pulled out his costume for that night, kept safe in a black zip-up pouch. He also grabbed a more professional practice outfit than what he would normally wear; one that displayed his rink's name on it. He set the costume on the bed and nodded his head towards his new bag which hung by the door.