“—ooh, yeah, sure—”

Jotted in the margins—

STUDENT HOUSING RULES

- keep kitchens clean

- turn off projector when you’re done

- no nude swimming

- no girls in boys’ gloryholes

- don’t hog snacks

"What do the girls need gloryholes for?"

“Girls need to fuck too!”

"Okay but like it's not my problem."

“…some of them are gonna be dudes in a couple years?”

"...and when they are, they can use the gloryholes?"

“I’m still not gonna take it out.”

"Okay but when it turns out that the girls don't use it, I reserve the right to replace it with a Polly Pocket Pretty Pink Princess Palace."

“…dude,” he says, for lack of a better response, and he shuts the book.

Sleep time now.

"...right, we should have left this until after school, it keeps giving me narcolepsy attacks. I am so fucking tired."

“…yeah, uh, that’s…good plan…”

He sways a little in his seat.

"Okay, that's just ridiculous, you don't even have narcolepsy," he says through a yawn, and puts his head down on Z's shoulder and is promptly asleep.

When he wakes up, his face is on the table, and Z is on the floor. Someone is trying to nudge him awake.

This is probably just a book effect but it's still kind of alarming to see.

"Dude, you OK?"

Tiny snore.

"...dude?"

Poke.

He mumbles a little in his sleep and makes a grab for Camillo’s leg.

Camillo is torn between the equal and opposite forces of Do Not Betray Friend To Authorities and Friend Should Not Sleep On Floor.

"--help me get him back on the chairs, at least."

A couple of the nearby kids step forward, after a minute, and help haul Z up.

What. Where did his leg go.

Sleeping Z does not like this post.

Camillo will sit next to him and pat him gently.

After a couple more minutes of dead slumber, he cracks an eyelid and mumbles something into Camillo’s lap.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. Lunch's almost over."

“…aww, man, did I pass out?”

He pulls himself up, still a little groggy.