ill always feel at home

“Sapnap,” George drawls. His feet knock together, legs bent up at the knee as he lies stomach-down on Sapnap’s bed. He’s scrolling TikTok, volume obnoxiously loud despite the fact that Sapnap has told him like ten times to turn it down.“George,” Sapnap replies. He’s flat on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, one AirPod in. The other is tucked into the case in his pocket so he can hear George’s occasional little giggles.“It’s time,” George says, overly dramatic, rolling off the bed with an oof!“Time?” Sapnap questions, for the sake of being annoying, even though he knows exactly what George is talking about.“Time for you to stop being an idiot,” George says, glancing firmly down at an imaginary watch. “Oh, wait, that was rescheduled to never.”