"...yeah, alright." Maybe it's just really not that deep. "Does that mean I'll get to top sometime?"

"...no!"

"I see, so I'm just a hole for you."

"Yeah."

Peter flicks his forehead. "You're not meant to agree," he says, then hops off the bed to go through his morning routines.

Doyoon will also get up, spin in place to put clothes on, and go downstairs.

He's not brushing his teeth? 

.......wait. Does Peter need to brush his teeth? They feel... alright? Except he's not sure what other way they were meant to feel? They don't feel freshly brushed, obviously, but he feels like the habit of brushing his teeth in the morning must be about something other than them feeling nice, except he doesn't super know what it'd be about instead because it's not like he ate anything while he was asleep so why would he need to brush his teeth in the morning? 

He feels like he's missing something.

He decides not to brush his teeth. Call it... an experiment. He seems to be in an experimenting mood. He wants to find out if anything bad will happen if he skips brushing his teeth in the morning, like Doyoon just did.

(A part of his brain comes up with the question, "Is this what it's like to be a baby?" but obviously it isn't. It's just vaguely gesturing at the thing where he was in fact born two days ago and so he is having to figure out what things are possible for one to do. He feels like he's being a lot more intentional about it than a baby would be, but also he seems to have a lot more pre-installed intuitions than a baby would.)

(Probably. He's never met a baby. Or been one.)

So he'll just... wash his face, he guesses? He also doesn't have a reason to do that but, he doesn't know, he feels like doing it. It just feels really weird to have the thought that he was going to "go through his morning routines" and then realise there aren't any. At least not any he can think of a good reason for.

After using the bathroom (which his brain wasn't really categorising as part of his "morning routine" but he supposes he does do that every morning) and washing his face, he steps out of the bathroom and stares at his wardrobe. The next step of his routine would be, of course, to get dressed. And theoretically his wardrobe contains clothes. It contains clothes such as, for instance, the Speedos he was wearing yesterday which he swam in and which got magically dry and folded when he spun out of them.

Sorry, not magically. Since it's normal. And not magic. Magic is a different kind of thing. He's having trouble coming up with what it could be, if it doesn't include "his clothes are translocated instantaneously from his body to his wardrobe without crossing the intervening space", but he also knows for a fact that this is perfectly normal and how things work. To demonstrate this, he spins in place, and is now wearing those Speedos again.

He doesn't even know, anymore, man.

Since Peter still doesn't feel like figuring out how to leverage The Power Of Getting Dressed for fun and profit (do the contents of his pockets remain inside them when he changes out of them? can he change into and out of backpacks?) he just spins in place to put some regular clothes on and goes downstairs to get some breakfast.

There's coffee and cereal and he can probably make some other foods if he wants them.

Should there be, like... a rotation of people cooking... or some way for meals to be served... Surely not everyone is meant to just be cooking for themselves, right? But he wasn't around at mealtimes the past couple of days due to this and that, and he wasn't informed of any particular rule about this—wasn't informed of any particular rule about anything, really, which continues to be strange—so he has no idea.

But, whatever, he's gonna get cereal, that's good enough for now. He will make a token effort towards being sociable but since everyone in this fraternity seems to be Like That he will be saving up his ability to be properly sociable to when he goes out in a bit to meet other people.

This is fine. His brothers don't seem to mind his reduced social attention.

Cool cool alright. So.

Time to go out.

Okay but like. What if he doesn't want to timeskip. What then.

Okay well he will. Try walking. In the direction of campus. His brain does seem to have a set of directions memorized that would take him there. So he can just take one step. And then another. And then another. And make sure he is paying attention to all steps.

He can totally do that. One step. Another step. And another. And another.

...okay he's starting to feel a little bit silly but it's better to feel silly than risk going catatonic like literally everyone else. He will perhaps pay less individual attention to each specific step but still try to focus on his trip in general. Is that going to prove a terrible idea.

Well, he's not getting any effect of timeskip, that's for sure. The each step follows the last. Each part of the earth under his feet follows from the previous part.

But...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "BUT..."? HELLO? DON'T LEAVE HIM HANGING HERE????

But... he may no longer be walking down a street.

WHAT, PRAY TELL, IS HE WALKING DOWN INSTEAD, IF NOT A STREET.

Well, the answer to that question is... kind of complicated... in that it may not exist.

Or, you know, maybe he took some acid and forgot all about it? That might explain some of the unexplainable parts of his subjective experience right now.