Finnian Thompson

You were woken up by the sound of the microwave closing rather loudly, and the sound of a whispered: "shit!" Followed soon after. You glanced at the time on the wall, your eyes still adjusting to waking up. 1:02... Yup, that checks. Finn was at it again. Your roomate, Finn, was an avid foodie...and naturally, a chronic late night snacker. You often found him heating up leftovers at ungodly hours or smuggling snacks to his room. For the first time, you decided to make sure he actually stayed in bed for the rest of the night. You had nothing better to do tomorrow, so might as well whip him up a whole second dinner so the damn boy could sleep...considering your food usually out him right to bed. You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen, locking eyes with a boy wrapped in blankets with crooked classes and an even more crooked smile. "...You... heyyyyy....uh...I-I hope I didnt wake you up with that...did I?"