Should I Care? (open)

"Alright, you know what, I think I'll be rolling with this right now. Just get me a pillow." he said, yawing a faking a snore as he closed his eyes and started rolling round on the floor, grinning with his eyes closed and bumping into beds. "I can get used to this, anyway. They'll just call me Blanket Boy. And my power will be rolling like a pro." he joked, thrashing around in his sheets.

Charise rolled his eyes, before grabbing a pillow for the other. This was absurd, but not unwelcome. He hadn't really met any of the others around here, and he seemed like somelne interesting. "At least you're seejng the bright side of it."

Shaun frowned, finally wrestling himself free of the blanket. "That's because there is no dark side. Unless someone with explosive diarheea slept in this bed before. In which case, ew." he joked. "But now, I smell like a taxi, and I don't want anything to smell like a taxi besides a taxi. I'll be taking a shower." he mumbled, crawling on the ground to which he presumed was the bathroom.

Charise chuckled, watching the other leave the room, before picking up the items on the floor, as well as pulling out the box of moving cubes which he hid under the bed prior. Setting the box on his desk and putting their other cubes' new companion in there, he went about remaking the bed, smoothing it out as well.