who rafe and simon what simon is being super annoying where their apartment when FAR TOO EARLY, SIMON rating/status pg and complete
Days were for sleeping. Days were not for being awake and being annoying. Simon seemed to not have gotten the memo or he was doing it on purpose. Raphael lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The acoustic music felt like it was in the room with him thanks to his enhanced senses. Dios. What had he done to deserve this personal Hell? His slender, almost white, finger twitched on his chest as he tried to tell himself that the torture would end. Except, it didn't. No, Simon kept playing and Rafe was stuck awake.
After a few moments, he bolted off his bed and threw his bedroom door open. The wood made a loud noise against the wall, but he didn't pause as he strode quickly across the living room. Thankfully they had closed all curtains last night because, otherwise, it would have been a short trip for him. As it was, he was beyond annoyed that he was up during the day. Going without sleep wouldn't harm him, but he didn't feel at his best during the daytime.
"Simon," he snarled as he knocked on the ex- mundane's door. "What are you playing at?"
Rafe was supposed to be in New York, running a Clan, and instead, he was stuck with a teenager. That teenager was doing everything to get on his nerves it seemed. There was no other reason for the fact he had sensed the idiot venturing over to the other side of the apartment off and on all morning. Now this? Simon was really trying Raphael's patience at this point.
"Algunos de nosotros tratan de dormir!" If he had to, well, he'd knock the fledgling out. Rafe was not in a good mood.