Iskander was not sure what had woken up - he sort of had to pee, he sort of heard a noise. Silently, clad in just his underwear, he padded through the hallway. He registered the oddities: it was light, but there was light in the common room and in Abernathy's room. Abernathy never made it this late.
Upon inspection, Abernathy did not seem to be in his room. Odd.
Iskander, still a little drowsy, softly made his way through their shared living quarters, when he realized where the sounds were coming from. Creaks, breaths, groans. Iskander gingerly drew closer to Robin's bedroom, noticing the odd light that emanated from there.
The view was... pleasing to the eye. Abernathy was rutting with Lumi, both their naked bodies luminescent in fairy light. Their skins shone with a light sheen of sweat and their muscles and skin moved and moved and moved. There were groans, and Abernathy whispering to Lumi how beautiful he was, and Lumi somehow making expletives sound beautiful.
Iskander watched impassively without making a noise, his eyes transfixed.