"If you so much as *touch* me with that tail, I swear I'll do something one of us will regret in the morning," Scott warned.
Kurt followed Scott to their temporary bedroom. The Professor had regretfully informed them that it contained only one bed.
"I'll face the other way."
"I don't want you staring at me all night!"
"What, with my eyes closed? Anyway, I don't want *you* staring at *me*."
Scott reached into his overnight bag and pulled out a small object. "These special eyeshades are backed with ruby quartz and have a whimsical design on the front." He bounced them by their elastic strap. "Now only nine-ninety-nine."
"Good for you," Kurt claimed a side of the bed and dropped his bag. He dug around in it, found his pajamas, and checked his watch. "You have five minutes," he said, and teleported to the bathroom.
Scott changed quickly and started to pull out the covers from under the mattress, wondering if anyone ever left them like that.
Kurt bamfed back into the room, holding his day-clothes in one hand and covering his eyes with the other.
"Don't look!" Scott shouted. "I'm on the floor with half a dozen naked mime girls!"
Kurt jerked around and pressed his face against the wall.
Scott burst out laughing.
"Not funny!" Kurt threw his clothes in a corner, now the designated laundry area.
"Shut up in there!" Rogue yelled from across the hall.
Kurt undid his watch and lay it on the nightstand. "I'm going to bed," he announced.
"Knock yourself out," Scott yawned.
"That's the idea."
Kurt crawled into the left half of the bed, and faced right. After turning off the lights, Scott settled beside him, also facing the windows. There were several minutes of quiet.
"I can't sleep like this," Scott said. "Roll over on your back."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Pins and needles in the tail is *not* fun."
Pause. "Then how do you sit?"
Kurt opened his eyes. "Where do you think it's attached, man? It comes out of my *back*, not my anus."
"Dude, I don't want to think about what does or does not come out your anus."
"Good."
They went back to trying to sleep. Kurt achieved the feat first, and Scott eventually followed.
It was technically fall, but still warm. Scott awoke in the wee hours, sweaty and with the blankets in knots.
"Geez, Kurt," he mumbled. "You're like a furnace."
"Traurig," Kurt said, apparently without moving his mouth.
Scott took off his shirt and made to throw it on the floor.
Kurt was suddenly wide awake. "Put that back on right now," he said, "or I will scream."
"Kurt, it's ninety degrees in here."
"It's only eighty-two."
"How'd you know that?"
"There's a thermometer by the door."
"Whoopee," Scott sarcasmed.
"You're not nice when you're sleep-deprived, you know that?"
Scott grunted and dragged his damp shirt over his head. "Here," he shoved the quilt off his side of the bed. "Take this and sleep on the floor."
"You sleep on the floor."
"Kurt, please," Scott broke down. "Sleep in the closet, sleep on the roof, sleep on the ceiling. I don't care. I need to *sleep*."
The lack of a response indicated that Kurt had returned to engaging in that very action.
Despite the heat, Scott managed to catnap a little before the Professor's 6 AM wake-up call.
And that was why, in the morning, Scott was furry and they were both tired.