It was a Thursday morning, but the weekend drawing closer did nothing to make Luke want to wake up that morning. As his alarm blared for the fifth time, he smacked it with his fist, then promptly fought with the covers before slipping out of bed with a tired groan. After slipping a shirt over his head, he zombie-walked towards his brother's room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and rapped a few times against the door. "Hey, you up?" He called through the wood, voice groggy and thick with sleep. He was highly considering leaning against it for a few more minutes of shut-eye when he received no answer, but.. To keep himself from doing just that, he turned the door knob and entered the room. "Comin' in." Luke announced as he stepped in, leaning against the door frame and peering with half-lidded eyes at 'his other half'.