Quentin rolled over, grabbing his spare pillow and flinging it via telekinesis towards the sound of Willie's voice. "Fuck off." The words were muttered into his pillow, considering that he didn't care if he was heard or not. It was late in the morning, he knew that. He'd also been the studio until nearly 5am the night before, so yes, if he wanted to sleep in then he was going to, damn it. It would be better if Calista was tucked into bed with him, but she had to open at the bakery this morning, so therefore, no dice. Maybe tonight, depending on what he ended up doing with his day.
Willie, however, was not to be deterred. The seagull moved from the nightstand to the bed, tapping Quentin's shoulder with his beak. Perhaps you didn't hear me. There's someone knocking at your door and they ain't stopping because of your lazy ass.
"Renee can get it."
And your sister isn't here because the day's half over already, douchebag. Get up or I'm gonna start shouting. Get up get up get up GET UP-
"SHUT UP." This time Quentin swung his arm around and Willie squawked, jumping back a few steps on the bed. "Fuck it. I'm up. Hope you're happy."
Stumbling out of bed, Quentin didn't bother to put on anything more than the first pair of shorts he could find. Willie was following him out, of course, landing on the kitchen table as Quentin looked through the peephole to see who it was. If it was someone for Renee, then fuck that, he was going back to bed. What he saw surprised him - Lia. Wasn't she supposed to be in New York? And bonus, did he see food with her too?
He opened the door and leaned in the door, unashamed at his current lack of dress. "Did you bring donuts or bagels?" Quentin asked, yawning. "Oh, and coffee's a given. You don't get in without coffee." The smile he gave her said he was joking. Mostly. "Hey you. Long time no see."