>>5316107You don’t spend long wondering because the first utterance of <span class="mu-i">”Fish”</span> has you snapping your eyes wide open, straight into those of Bernard.
Moreover, what you had initially thought was a really comfy pillow was actually, well<span class="mu-i">… him! The hell?!</span>
Like your own face, whose burning is concealed by the color of your scale, the teleporter’s face has taken on a very deep shade of red.
As if time were frozen, the two of you lie there for the longest time, neither of you wishing to acknowledge the… current state of affairs.
Eventually, the awkward tension is too much to bear, Bernard being first to break the silence.
“Mind gettin’ off of me?” He says, and, in any other situation, you’d admire his ability to keep a straight face.
Deeply and truly mortified, however, you do the only thing you can think of doing and roll right off of the bed, tumbling to the ground with a <span class="mu-i">thump.</span>
“Fish, what the--?!” Bernard isn’t sure what to make of that display. “Where the hell are your clothes?”
“No one gave me back my suit.” You state, straightening yourself up off the ground in a vain attempt to regain your lost dignity. Though, you refuse to mention that you fought with Matt.
“It was either there or the floor, but I thought you wouldn’t wake up.” The last part almost sounds like an accusation because, by all means, the blonde <span class="mu-i">should’ve</span> stayed asleep for way longer.
“You’re kinda all over the place when you sleep, fish–and I thought I slept like the dead! Heh.” Again, he tries to lighten the situation with a joke, but an awkward silence overtakes the platform once more.
“...anyone else awake?” You would rather no one caught wind of this. Especially Matt.
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