She took his hair with the towel and dried it thoroughly but gently. When she had finished, his hair looked unruly, but at least it was dry. Poppy stood up and folded the towel over her arm. "Hey, Francis," she said, placing the towel back in the bathroom. "I bet I could fall asleep faster than you."
"Uh, wow, that's a wiiild assumption that is totally wrong," he dragged out his words, waving his hands around until he got distracted by his shirt, fumbling around with the top buttons.
"Oh really? Well, let's have a little competition. Whoever falls asleep first wins." She sat across from him, her hands resting on her knees. "Unless you're scared."
Francis quickly gave up with the buttons and pulled the shirt over his head. "What kind of challenge is this?" He flopped onto the bed. "One you want to looose?"
Poppy frowned, ignoring his actions, only flushing slightly. "Here," she said, "pull up your covers. I'm going to sit in this chair, and you're going to stay there, and whoever is up last loses."
He stared at her suspiciously, pulling the blanket up slowly. "Do you think it would be insensitive to trick you?"
"Yes," she said, tucking her feet under her. "That would be very rude. And you wouldn't actually win the bet."
"He stretched his arms above him, clasping his hands together before pulling them back down. "Alright. Goodnight," he said, his voice more aggressive than he had anticipated.
Poppy fell asleep as well, her expression turning peaceful, and her breathing steadying. (Time skip?)
(Alright!) Poppy woke up easily, blinking in the early morning light. It took her a moment to figure out where she was, and she quickly stood up when she realized. She turned and tried to leave the room without waking Francis up.
(Imagine Evan being in the hallway and seeing Poppy leave the room omg) Francis was tangled in the blankets, drooling from sleep. He stirred when she moved.
(I considered it. Should I?) Poppy froze, trying not to wake him up. She took another step forward, and tried to leave the room.
