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[color=cadetblue]"Ngh."[/color] The girl in the covers repeated, this time with greater emphasis. Between Dana's comments and the vibrating of her phone she had been roused enough from her sleep to start trying to untangle herself from the woven net of sheets and covers she found herself within. She'd done a lot of irritated tossing and turning after getting back from their lecture, at which she had done only the minimum of arguing with the faculty.

You can't argue with idiots in power. Whoever remarked about chess with pigeons had it right.

Anonymous angry letters stapled to their office doors, on the other hand, could be satisfying. Drafting such a response had been enough to lull her back to sleep for a brief time, but now there was no helping it. She had to get up.

[color=cadetblue]"I won't wrinkle."[/color] Rebekah remarked stubbornly, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and hauling herself to her side of the bed. Her phone had been on the nightstand since she got back, and beheld a most welcome message:

>Making food
>Grab a bite if you guys want
>Faculty's retarded

A lone finger tapped out a succinct, and singularly unhelpful, reply.

>Five.

[color=cadetblue]"Highwind has food."[/color] She announced, feet finally hitting the floor. One hand found her brush and the other found Dana's waist after a few steps, much at the same time as her lips found Dana's cheek. [color=cadetblue]"Good morning, dear. I need to put a shirt back on, fix my hair a little, and let's go liberate it from his control."[/color]