<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“That… that's a sentiment I can agree to…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi straightened up, stretching a little to make sure he was fully coherent, before waving his hand as the papers stacked themselves neatly on the table, everything returning to it’s proper place, with the one exception of his sister’s workbooks. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Alya huffed, picking up her own books and returning them to the shelf.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “We should set some kind of alarm next time…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she chuckled. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Or only do this when we don’t have to be up in the morning.” </span>