An Itsy Bitsy Strawberry

Productivity

"So, what should we do today?" Rocco sighed, slouching against the cabinets of Damien's bed.

"I think we have some board games in the closet, we could play those!" Damien answered, making his way to the closet.

"Do you have, say, some obscure ass games in there?" Rocco teased.

"Indeed I do, nuthead," Damien retorted, throwing a random board game box at Rocco's head.

Strawberry was occupied looking around her bed, organizing the plushie and the gameboy into a neat corner.

"Hey, boys," Astral yawned, the dorm door opening for her.

"Oh, hi Astral!" Damien cheered. "How's it going today?"

"Today's pretty alright, hehe. Thanks for asking!"

"My god, can we pick something to play? Strawhead's gonna be back in fucking bed all day again," Rocco whined. "You two can be lovebirds after that!"

"Oh my fucking god, Rocco, for the last time, me and Astral are not dating!" Damien cried out, glaring at Rocco's smug grin.

"Oh, really?" he giggled, pointing at a furiously blushing Astral covering her face with her hands.

"Yes, really," Damien retorted, his face as red as a tomato.

Strawberry flopped down on the floor, watching Rocco unpack a box labeled "Clue." Damien was busy cradling Astral in his arms "platonically." He wouldn't hear the idea of him and Astral dating.

"Come on, you know that you two are the cutest thing together!~" Rocco bugged.

"For the last time, I would never date Astral!" Damien argued back. He checked Astral's eyes to make sure she was asleep before grumbling, "She probably doesn't even like me back anyways."

"Are you kidding me? She's literally in your arms like she's a fucking baby. There's no shot you think she doesn't love you back."

"I have to agree with Rocco," Strawberry mumbled. "You two would make the perfect couple."

"Ugh, both of you gotta pipe down about that shit," Damien sighed. He slouched back, waiting for Rocco to finish setting up.

Their game was rather insignificant, holding no conversation besides playing in the name of the game. At most, their wildest statements were mild profanities from winning and losing. Time flew, and soon enough, it was already 19:40.

Strawberry began shoving the game props back into the box as Rocco stretched and yawned. Damien occupied him ignorantly with running his fingers through Astral's hair. As Strawberry finished packing the game up, a knock on the door could be heard.

"I'll get it," Rocco groaned, finishing his stretch and standing up.

While Rocco was busy bargaining with whoever was at the door, Strawberry crawled back into her bed, pulling her Gameboy Advance from its corner. She had been productive today, and that was more than good enough for her. As her brain went null, she could hear a small quarrel beginning in the doorway. She couldn't be bothered to check on the bickering, though.

All she could see was a little Play-yan hopping about, creating stars.