"...?" Stark just wanted to keep sleeping, he didn't know for how long he slept, but to him, it seemed as if he had taken a ten-minutes nap, "What...?"
He was still being shaken by the figure that was yelling his name.
And once Stark was fully aware of his surroundings... he finally understood.
"The ceremony is in an hour, wake up dumbass," the figure was none other than Lana.
"Yeah..." he had finally heard her, and guessed that he had slept for two whole days.
Stark rubbed his eyes then got up.
"I was wondering what you were doing, sometimes, not answering for days on end, yet you were just... sleeping?" Lana asked, her voice was annoyed, but there was a massive sense of relief in it too.
"Doesn't matter," Stark pulled out a cereal box and mill from his [Spatial Inventory] and prepared his breakfast, "The biggest question is how did you get in my room if I had the card."
