Crazy Youngsters

Oh man, oh boy, oh wow. School was fucking shit. Honestly, how anybody made it... more than a year of that was beyond Domino. How long did people typically go to school- oh, who cares. It's been longer than necessary already. Teachers scolding and being rude, students with their annoyingness and stupidness and... school sucked! It was a good thing it was over for today. If only it'd be over for forever. Oh well.

Cas and Iggy had a way of making things better, both in hell and out. And, gratefully, it was out! While Cas had taken to turning on music and Iggy taken to lazing out, Domino had taken to wandering around the former's room. The crew had been in Casper's room thousand of times, but still, it was much more entertaining to snoop than to do nothing!

Making a face at a crude poster of one of Casper's 'favorite bands', Domino blew out a 'pfft'. "A nap? Come on, Iggs, do you want Casper's mommy to bring you cookies and milk, too?" Slinking up to the boy's bed, Domino grinned, arms crossed against her chest. "You're both weenies, sleep is for nerds."

Neither of his friends' teasing was enough to draw his attention away from the screen of his phone. Granted, the game he'd selected for the time being wasn't exactly all that, but it was captivating enough to keep his gaze, at the very least. Still, at the sound of Dom's playful remark, he pointed a free hand in her direction and replied, albeit a bit absently, "Don't doubt the power of naps, dude. Don't diss naps." Then, still without looking up from his phone, he shifted his pointer finger in Iggy's direction and continued in the same tone, "Grades got nothin' on beauty sleep. I will physically fight you on this."

Satisfied with his contribution to the conversation, he resumed tapping languidly at his phone - his boredom levels were rising, but they weren't in critical condition quite yet. This was a different kind of boredom, compared to the type he felt when he was at school. He could at least stand it. 

While his intention certainly hadn't been to upset his friend, he took quick notice of the blush coloring her cheeks and allowed his smirk to widen. Despite his amusement, Iggy was quick in his efforts to quell her evident aggravation, waving his free hand with a dismissive "Easy, Dom, you know I'm just teasing." When she neglected to cease in her defense and continued on towards the bed, his eyes followed her with an air of dawning suspicion. Propping himself up on his elbows, his expression became dry, a single finger lifted in caution and voice risen to say "Actually, Cas is right under y--Okay."

Features taking a turn of distaste as Domino quite literally straddled her friend, he watched her with a furrowed brow, skepticism creasing his forehead. Only when her hand took abrupt hold of his arm did a look of shock force the confusion from his face. "Dom!" he protested hotly, resisting her hold with an offended glare, "I told you, keep your hands to yourself! It's not that hard!" 

Pleased with her handiwork- aka, pissing both of them off- Domino released a sadistic giggle, her signature lopsided grin widening. Dropping her hold on the previously unsuspecting squid, the inkling folded her hand against the bed sheets. "Awww, sorry Iggy-poo, I forgot!" Bringing her hand to slap her cheek with an overdramatic gasp, it was with a condescending voice that she continued, "Did the big bad Domino-womino make the wittle Iggy mad?"

Casper's shove was not met with the same playful demeanor. Instead, it was with an offended gasp that Domino whipped her head around to face the boy. Pursing her lips together, she glanced towards Iggy for a brief moment, a sadistic smile fading into existence. "I - gg - y!!!" She made a whining noise, leaning closer to her friend and abiding by the shove. "Casper's pushing meeee!"

Rather than fight Cas, Domino leaned forward harshly, flopping onto Iggy instead, lifting her feet dramatically in an attempt to kick Casper in his stupid fucking face.

Perhaps he should have known what to expect from Dom, given how long they'd known each other - not to mention given how utterly annoying she could be at times. Regrettably, he failed to anticipate that, rather than resisting his shove, she would succumb to it, albeit after taunting Iggy some more, and fall dramatically forward with an air of devious intent. Eyes widening, his scowl waned in place of some delayed alarm and he reached out to stop her in vain. "Dom, no!" He should have known what to expect, but he hadn't, and there was little else he could do than watch in dawning horror as Iggy, in the middle of forgiving Domino's behavior, was pressed flat onto his back and smothered by his mischievous friend. 

At precisely the same moment, he was kindly met with a kick to the face, her foot connecting squarely with his jaw and knocking his head backwards. Casper managed little more than a disgruntled noise in response to the sharp pain, though it quickly subsided to a dull throbbing; still, it took a moment for him to stop feeling dazed. "Ugh... Dom, I swear," he grumbled, deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt and telling himself that the kick had merely been an accident - even if, knowing her, there was a strong chance it had been deliberate.

Running a hand down the side of his face, he was roused by the sound of Iggy's strained protests, at which he blinked, lifting his head up from the bed to take in the unfortunate scene displayed before him. Upon having been given a moment to process it, he scoffed, sitting up and grabbing at Dom's ankle. "Seriously! You know how he is about that kinda stuff -- quit being such an asshole!" he retorted, yanking at her leg as he did so in an effort to relieve Iggy of her closeness.

Feeling increasingly confined as seconds ticked by and his companion neglected to budge, Iggy tensed all the further, dilated eyes fixed imposingly upon her face. Only when the combination of his staring and her closeness proved too much for him to bear did he avert his eyes, cheeks burning. At her languid remark, he permitted a low grumble more akin to a growl than it was coherent speech. Gritting his teeth, he felt certain he would be left with no choice but to force her from his front when her weight was relieved - if only for a moment.

In the brief time span he was freed of her closeness, Iggy struggled to push himself further up from the bed, all the while muttering a series of disbelieving complaints as frantic as they were flustered. He was fully intent on distancing himself; until, that is, a deliberate tug from Casper caused her to collapse face-first into his lap, willing a mortified yelp from his throat. He stared in frozen disbelief down at his fallen friend, heart accelerating at a startling rate. The near panic he'd felt moments ago returned with a vengeance, and with no care for Domino's reception of the movements, the inkling wriggled desperately out from under her weight, permitting a repulsed, "Gyah! I swear to--!"

Too distracted with his own discomfort to bother finishing, he scrambled backwards off of the bed, posture rigid and expression one of revulsion. "D-don't ever do that again!" Iggy shuddered, gripping either of his arms as if to steel himself. So much for a relaxing afternoon. Testily eyeing Domino from his position against the far wall, he squinted, accusation written plainly upon his face. Blush prevalent as ever, he furrowed his brow. "All of this," he began, voice critical and mildly winded, "over a theoretical cookie."