Cynthia's sat down on the bench next to you, with a pair of pudding cups in her hands. She sets one down in front of Kamille's face and rests a hand on his shoulder.

And shakes him. Roughly, until he opens his eyes.

"Oi, Newtype-boy! This isn't a bed. Also, you're missing the party! C'mon, I brought you a pick me up!"