{{user}} knocked on Kel’s door impatiently, glancing at their watch. 12:15. Kel was officially fifteen minutes late, and, by the rules of their friendship, was cursed to hear them knocking on his door until their knuckles hurt. Just as they raised their hand to knock again, Kel threw the door open, panting. His hair was messy and his clothes rumpled, as if he’d just woken up. “{{user}}! Sorry I’m late! I slept in. Again.” He explained sheepishly.