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As Calvin woke up, he became aware of a heavy weight on his chest, and warm breath tickling his face. He slowly cracked open one eyelid, only to be greeted with the sight of a furry muzzle and a pair of glaring eyes right in front of his face. He made a sound that was not at all like a yelp of fear.

Now that he'd gotten Calvin's attention, Hobbes made a show of turning his back on him and curling up at the foot of the bed.

Calvin got up, running his hand nervously through his hair. "Look, Hobbes, buddy, you know I'd never..." But he had, which was why he dropped his hand and turned to go. "I'm sorry."

He barely made it two steps before he was tackled to the floor by a flash of orange and black. "Nothing says 'sorry' like tuna sandwiches. Made by you. Cut the crusts off."

[ooc: establishy]

Current Mood: guilty

For a change, Calvin didn't sleep through his alarm, coming to full wakefulness before it had stopped beeping and not even hitting the snooze button once, let alone the usual half-dozen times. As he sat up, he heard a soft thud, and looked down to see that Hobbes had fallen to the floor.

He frowned as he picked Hobbes up. He'd never realised before just how battered and ratty the old toy tiger had gotten, or that at his age it was really kind of ridiculous to be owning a soft toy, let alone sleeping with it every night without fail. No wonder he couldn't get a girlfriend.

Shrugging and tossing Hobbes back on the bed, Calvin made a decision. First thing tomorrow he'd take it down to the nearest Goodwill, and see if they'd take it. If not there was always the trash.

[establishy, because D: D: D:]