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The sudden banging was enough to startle Oliver out of sleep, but when he heard Arorangi's voice on the other side his head fell back against the pillow.

"Mmrfff..." came his sleepy protest, muffled by the soft, sleep-warmed fabric.

He pushed himself off the bed then anyway, trudged across the room, and turned the doorknob to let his friend in. Then he slouched back to bed and slid back under the warm blankets.

Oliver was so used to being manhandled that he didn't fight to stay in bed, he was merely disappointed that he was now being made to stand up. Pulling the blanket closer around his shoulders, he sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Can we go out in the morning? When it's not the middle of the night?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"It's not morning enough..." Oliver replied, and yawned loudly. Next thing he knew a shirt had landed over his head and jeans in his lap, so the boy started changing his clothes on autopilot. He was too tired to be nervous about changing in front of someone else. Besides. It was just Arorangi. Who currently had his head in the closet anyway.

Oliver nearly fell over yawning while pulling on his pants. "Just my normal boots, you know... The brown ones..." They were his favourite shoes, only recently removed from full-time use to make room for a pair of running shoes.

The Life trainee managed to dress without any serious mishap, and crawled back into bed.

Oliver patted Arorangi's back in return, but it was more of a silent 'okay, I give, you win' gesture. How on earth did the large man have so much energy first thing in the morning?

"Why don't they have poptarts in the cafeteria?" He asked waiting patiently to be set back down on his feet. "I haven't had a poptart in forever... Where are we going, anyway?"

"I am awake," Oliver lied sleepily. He put on one boot slowly, shoving one foot in and kicking the toe against the ground, then repeating the process with his other. They were very sturdy, well-worn boots. "I should probably buy some next time I get a chance, they don't even serve pancakes often, and breakfast is supposed to be important, right?"

Finally he reached for his coat, hanging on the back of his door, and paused. "No, but where are we going, um, for fishing? Should I bring my coat, or do I need to wear something, ah... normal? I don't have much that's normal though..." Looking over his shoulder, he shot Arorangi a questioning look.

Oliver perked up a little. "Really? We are going to Australia? If we are going fishing, do you think we might see a shark?"

Even though Arorangi said supplies were being brought, Oliver absentmindedly grabbed his bag, a worn-looking knapsack sitting next to his desk, and lifted it over one shoulder. In a way it was a substitute coat, carrying some 'emergency' snacks, and a number of other things he had gotten used to having on hand regularly. Most important were the snacks though.

He might even need them later, because he had completely forgotten about breakfast. "Did you know there used to be a shark with a spiral row of teeth? The fossils look like some sort of spiky shell thing, but instead of losing teeth the shark just pushed old ones further along the spiral as it grew new ones!"

"Not that we know of yet!" Oliver chirped happily. "Although I bet there's something crazy like that... um... hanging around the island here somewhere... we do get all sorts of monsters and stuff..."

His enthusiasm immediately dissipated after accidentally reminding himself of what sort of nonsense his wonderful job and wonderful life involved. Knowing his luck, he would probably run into a helicoprion shark the next time he went looking for samples. Suddenly he was exhausted all over again.

"When we get to Australia, what time of day will it be there?" Oliver asked, somehow stopping himself before asking if he could take a nap when they got there.