Myung: *Slowly blinks awake when he felt someone tugging on his shoulder, gradually focusing on the person looming over him. “Can I help you?”
Tara: *Glaring down at him and gripping the five covers piled on top of her roommate. “Give. Me. The blankets.”
Myung: *Twists onto his side, bundling up even more and muttering. “Get your own, you blood-sucking leech.”
Tara: “You have all of them, selfish pig!”
Myung: “Yeah, well I’m wounded!”
Tara: *Grumbling “You’re a blanket hog is what you are, but okay.”
Myung: *Kicks her under the sheets, forcing her back onto her side of the bed.
Tara: *Shrieks and pounces on him again, startling to wrestle him for the warm comforter he was holding hostage, yelling loudly. GIVE ME THE BLANKETS, YOU BIG B*TCH!
Myung: GET YOUR OWN, NOODLE ARMS!
Sang: *Frowns, pushing open the door to the room and pulling down his headset. “Will you two shut up, I’m trying to play—Ooh~! What’s going on here~?” *Grins, seeing Tara on top of Myung. “I didn’t know you were into rough stuff~.”
Myung & Tara: “GET OUT!!!”
Sang: “Fine, I didn’t want to join anyways!” *Pauses “But I mean if you change your mind—“
Tara: Put some clothes on! And get out!