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| EIGHT |

MADISON VON BARRING

Isaiah Matthews, in the space of knowing Eira, had developed a bad habit.

It was embarrassing, annoying and it made him want to down as much coffee as Eira did. His habit wasn't gross, like biting toenails. It wasn't questionable, either. It was simpler by comparison, and honestly probably less embarrassing that any normal person would think.
Unfortunately, as normal as Isaiah Matthews thought he was and tried to be, it was quite clear that he was anything but.

Isaiah Matthews' habit was falling asleep on FaceTime. Oh, the disgrace.

Not just with anyone, too. Oh, no. Isaiah Matthews never fell asleep on FaceTime. In fact, everyone else probably fell asleep on him. Isaiah? Nah, he was the one who'd chuckle or roll his eyes fondly at the other person. If there was such a thing, he'd argue that he was the sleepee. He was never the sleeper. Ever.

So why, why, was it that every time he and Eira had FaceTime calls, he always fell asleep?

Every. Single. Blasted. Time.

He would wake up with your usual morning disorientation and confusion, and then it'd all come back to him. He'd groan with that horrific sense of realisation and irritation one got whenever they realised they'd fallen asleep on FaceTime, and then he'd glare at his phone, as if the device was responsible.

And annoyingly, Eira didn't seem upset of fazed by it in anyway. In fact, it was almost like she encouraged it. Isaiah knew if it was Madison, Alice or his other ex girlfriends, his ears would've fallen off with the amount of times they'd have nagged him about it.

When he brought it up with Eira, she just shrugged and said:

"You need the sleep more than I do. Besides, what am I going to say?" She proceeded to talk in an exaggeratedly deep voice, scrunching her eyebrows and bobbing her head around. "Hey, Isaiah Matthews, stop falling asleep on me on FaceTime or else I'm going to stop FaceTiming you. Impossible. You're too...what's funny?"

Isaiah couldn't control his laughter, especially at the face Eira subconsciously made when she took on a deeper voice. As if a deeper voice meant she had to alter her face somehow.

He laughed for many reasons. Mainly, because she was so adorable and she probably didn't know it, and also because she sounded so ridiculous, so silly, that he could either sigh wistfully like an idiot or laugh like one. So, he laughed.

"Maybe you don't need to say that exactly....but something close." He grinned at her. "I just feel kinda silly falling asleep on you."

"Isaiah," Eira started, in that patient way that was all about her. "I haven't complained about it. The only person who has a problem with it, is you."

"I know but...its just rude, you know?"

"No," she smiled at him, that smile that told Isaiah she found him to be adorable. That wasn't exactly good to his ego, and honestly it was probably a little patronising, but he'd take what he could. "I don't know."

"We're talking, we're having a conversation and I fall asleep on you. It's kind of rude, Eira." Isaiah insisted. He paused thoughtfully. "Actually, it is rude."