It became a daily occurrence, a little tradition between the two of you.

And although Simon didn't always like the fact that he was the target of your jokes, sometimes it was really funny. There's no hiding the fact that you are a kind of glue, somehow you hold everyone together, no matter how different you are.

Your sense of humor, funny arguments and that silly brain of yours. You're stupid and although Simon will never admit it, he's glad you are.

Simon entered his quarters slowly, alert and careful, because even here it happened that you played pranks on him. He looks around but the room seems calm and empty.

He takes off his gear and shoes, ready to relax before more responsibilities fall upon him. But as he slowly walks towards his bed, he stops at the sound of a giggle.

"Does he have a full set of these?" he hears a soft whisper and it doesn't take him long to realize it's your voice.

Simon looks down, his socks are skeleton-themed, as is his mask and shirt. Hell, he has a whole set of them.

"Get out from under the bed, you idiot" he finally says, jumping onto the mattress.

The bed dips under his weight, causing your head to be hit. A wide grin spreads across his lips when he hears you groan in pain.