Wake me up when September ends

[greenmoonrising]

WHO: Bruce and anyone who can get in the dorms
TONE: Fatigue and post-event winding down
RATING: PG-13 for potential language
WHEN: 2 October
WHERE: Ravenclaw 6th year boys dormitory
WHAT: After having spent a while as a girl only to then be subjected to the full moon weekend, Bruce is too wrecked to bother with classes and has opted to stay in the dorm for the Tuesday hiding in bed.
STATUS: [ONGOING]

Perhaps it was thanks to the rampaging hormones that had only just barely begun to settle before full moon, or because he was stressed over Hulk telling him to DIE (loudly at that, thankfully the goat couldn't speak any more) or people dropping dead and others coming back to life.

Whatever the cause, full moon had been especially nightmarish this time and Bruce could barely bring himself to open his eyes the next day, let alone drag himself back to his dorms from the Shrieking Shack before sunrise.

So it had come to be that he'd just given up on being a good student and had spent the entire day dead to the world in bed. It wasn't until close to dinner time that he even stirred, opting to stay curled up in bed with his drapes drawn and examining his new scars, making sure none were bleeding or potentially infected.

Comments

[greenmoonrising]

Bruce paused and smiled warmly at that, bumping his foot against Tony's in acknowledgement. "Ah well, I'll be going to classes tomorrow so that's good right?"

[arrogantalloy]

"That would be great, really"

Tony grins and bumps him back.

[greenmoonrising]

He laughed and ducked his head. "Have you done your homework or are you going to be a brat about being a genius at classes tomorrow?"

[arrogantalloy]

"I'm not a brat. But it is all done."

He grins.

"But I'm still pointing out that I'm a genius, yeah."

[greenmoonrising]

He shook his head and snorted. "You are a brat, especially if you're going to showing off your genius at everyone."

[arrogantalloy]

"Uh, yeah. That's not showing off. That's just me being me."

He pulls a face at Bruce.

[greenmoonrising]

"Keep making that face and you'll be stuck with it and the girls won't like you anymore."

[arrogantalloy]

"Please, if they like my money they'll put up with my face."

Tony rolls his eyes a little then flops down along the foot of the bed, looking up at Bruce with Puppy eyes.

"Is this a better look?"

[greenmoonrising]

He burst out laughing and kicked at Tony half-heartedly. "Oh God no put it away, put it away now!"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony grabs his ankle to keep him from being kicked.

"Why? Girls love this face. Who doesn't love this face?"

Puppy dogs up even more.

[greenmoonrising]

His response was a pillow thrown at his face.

[arrogantalloy]

There's an ouf from behind the pillow as it hits Tony. Then he laughs, while grabbing the pillow.

"I'd say good aim, but if you missed from there. I'd be worried about you."

[greenmoonrising]

"At least it made that face go away," he snorted, settling back down against his spare pillow.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony smirks at Bruce.

"Please, who would want to get away from this face?"

[greenmoonrising]

"See, that face is fine," he answered, rolling his eyes.

[arrogantalloy]

"Are you saying there's something wrong with my hang dog look? You're just mean sometimes, you know that right?"

Tony feigns a look of hurt.

[greenmoonrising]

"And you're a terrible actor." He rolled his eyes and leaned forward to poke Tony's cheek, smiling fondly.

[arrogantalloy]

He chuckles at the poking.

"Not at all, I'm an amazing actor. When I chose to act."

[greenmoonrising]

"Terrible, not amazing. Your 'public' smile is so fake it hurts to watch."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony pulls a face at him then sits up.

"Hey, you used to believe that smile like everyone else once upon a time."

He picks up the plate and moves it to the floor to save on any potential mess.

[greenmoonrising]

"I believed it for all of two seconds after you pulled it on me the first time we talked," he scoffed, stretching out his legs with the plate removed.

[arrogantalloy]

"Are you trying to tell me that you though eleven year old me had an obviously fake smile?"

[greenmoonrising]

He made an innocent look. "Who, me?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Yeah, you. Don't give me that look."

[greenmoonrising]

Eyes widening in a mockery of childlike innocence, he asks, "What look?"