Michael counted it as a personal victory if he didn't wake up with people he knew, and anyone who called him 'Mikey' could only be one of two people he knew very well -- and he really, really hoped he wasn't going to open his eyes to see Kevin there. That would just be sixty kinds of wrong. Thankfully, the voice in his ear was too high and familiar in a completely different way, so he lazily batted at the fingers grazing his ribs without opening his eyes. "S'early, Don't wanna," he grumbled, but Lavender kept tickling him, and well, Michael was ticklish. He wound up squirming off the bed to get away from her hands, landing with a thump, and a loud "Fuck!" -- which, considering the lack of silencing charms, was probably not helpful with the whole not alerting Padma to his presence and all. Though they might've blown their cover last night. He sort of didn't remember.
Now that he was awake, he might as well get up, true. Michael crawled back into bed anyway in order to sit astride Lavender, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead -- and simultaneously dig his fingers under her arms. Turnabout was fair play. "How'm I supposed to show up all normal-like at the front door when I'm wearing that weird jumper thing?"