Zithi had the perfect plan. Really, he did! It was the best plan in the whole world, and all he needed to carry it out was a towel, and some chocolate, and his hair, and a bed... Well, and Raze...which would be the hardest part of the plan. He already had the bed and the towel, though to be safe he was running the towel and the sheets from the bed through the laundry again (he wasn't sure if they'd been washed more than once since the last time he had a plan, and Raze had nearly killed him after that, so he figured better safe than sorry before execution). And chocolate wasn't hard to come by. All he needed to do was take a short trip across the street and down to the gas station on the corner to get the chocolate; they even had the fun Hershey's squeeze bottles that he really wanted.
Raze was the problem. Raze wasn't going to cooperate, especially not if he knew what Zithi's plan entailed. But even before he found that out...he had classes, and that meant that he was avoiding Zithi as much as he possibly could. He claimed that running into Zithi before class would always result in him missing said class, no matter whether Zithi was actually looking for him or not, or even whether Zithi was awake or not. Zithi wasn't sure if he believed Raze when he said this, since he found it hard to believe that he could be responsible for Raze missing class when he wasn't even aware that Raze was up and about the house while he was dead to the outside world and playing in the land of dreams.
But in Raze's mind, Raze was always right, and Zithi always caused inadvertent skipping of class. So Raze avoided Zithi, and Zithi's towel, and Zithi's bed...which annoyed Zithi. He even avoided Zithi's hair when he had class, which was just unnatural in Zithi's book. No one should be able to avoid the hair, particularly not someone like Raze who seemed to feel the need to play with it whenever he was even slightly near Zithi (especially when it was wet...which kinda creeped Zithi out sometimes). But Raze was especially on guard when it came to Zithi's hair during the pre-class hours, and thus Zithi had to resort to drastic measures to get his attention.
That was why he needed the chocolate. Zithi's hair might be ignorable in the face of class...but surely chocolate wasn't! Especially not the fun squeezy stuff that came in the brown bottle and could be used to draw pretty pictures all over (especially on Raze's stomach, which was Zithi's personal favorite place to draw these days). After all, even Raze liked playing chocolate with Zithi, as long as he promised not to get it in the hair, that was. Chocolate and hair did not mix, especially not according to Zithi, who was the one who always had to wash it out.
So, Zithi had a plan. It involved the towel carefully wrapped around a naked Zithi, and the bed oh-so-conveniently positioned right behind said naked Zithi, and the fun squeezy chocolate held in one hand, with just a little bit smeared across Zithi's cheek. And, of course, Raze, who Zithi expected to be passing through the hallway any moment. He would walk past the open door first, not quite seeing the scene inside the room. Then, he would backtrack just a little, notice the almost-naked Zithi with the chocolate...and the towel, tied just so...and the bed behind Zithi. And Zithi's hair would be loose, just begging to be tugged on, right? And then the single smear of chocolate on his cheek would catch Raze's eye...and the trap would be set!
It was perfect. If only he would hurry up!