The yelling from all three screens echoed across the others, resulting in muffled sounds that forced everyone else to stifle their laughter.
The sudden outburst made all the boys flinch, Noctis dropped his football, and Kyle spat milk back into the carton in panic.
"Crap," Kyle muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He nearly fell off his stool, the milk carton slipped from his hand just as a slipper flew past his head, courtesy of his mother, storming in from the hallway.
"Relax! I was just hydrating! It's healthy—!"
He sprang up from his seat and leaned back to dodge the second slipper.
"No more excuses, Kyle. Sleep. Now!"
On Noctis' side, a tall woman with long, brown braided hair appeared and smacked the back of his head without warning.
"Ow! I was just on a call!"
"Your call keeps interfering with mine. I don't know how that stupid thing works, but you had better go to sleep," she muttered, walking off. "And if I catch you awake again, I'm telling Mom!"
