The pinging of messages coming in from his open laptop woke him up, and the 19 year old groaned as he dragged a pillow over his head in a weak effort to tune it out. The little blips of noise were a nightmare for his headache, but it seemed that even muffled by the pillow, there was no escaping it. He was already awake, and there was no way to fall blissfully back to sleep when his hangover was demanding his full attention. Scowling, he fumbled for his laptop and pulled it off his table as he straighten up, slouching back against the headboard as he rubbed at his eyes blearily. After a beat he located the source of the damned thing and was unamused to see that Shay had started this all.

bastille Today at 8:12 PM
yeah, coop, we mind terribly
just like we minded so much last time you asked, or the time before that...

ooc w ow i love this au so much i want to draw it afjdksdf

Ding! Ding! Din - ding!

Oh - crap. Crap. Hazel was covered in yellow and white paint, and not in the ideal position for interacting with technology, but...oh well. Whatever! She pretty much tossed the whole "sparkling clean" concept in the trash the day she discovered paints. She grabbed the rag off the table next to her laptop and hastily wiping her hands on it before opening the dinging application and scrolling through the chat. She rolled her eyes, huffing out a dry laugh and typing her response.

princess Today at 8:14 PM
bast your sarcasm translates horribly over text smh
no worries, cooper : )) you'rw good!
*you're

Snorting softly to herself at Bastille's dry humor, she clicked on the video chat icon, watching Margy and Suite's faces pop up on screen while her own image sharpened from its initial low resolution. She quickly yanked out her earbuds and stuffed them in her overall pockets before trying to push some of her curls out of her face. She...succeeded, ish. Mostly she just managed to get paint in her hair. The white backdrop of her studio was stark against her skin and hair, putting emphasis on the canvas visible in the corners of the screen. From the looks of it, the piece was taller than Hazel herself, and covered in an array of warm colors.

"Hey guys!" She greeted, waving with a paint-covered hand. Jeez, she felt so young. She was a rising high school senior, and they were in college. She was in way over her head.

★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★

Was he pleased to see Hazel’s user pop up, showing that she was typing? Nope. He refused to admit that he was feeling a little less murderous towards Shay for waking him up just because the girl made an appearance, and while he probably wouldn’t have bothered joining the damn video otherwise, he conceded when she did. He didn’t waste time trying to look more presentable, and when his camera finally loaded he was yawning, dark curls a disaster from sleep (and trying to hide under his pillow). He squinted slightly against the light from their brightly lit rooms, and drawled, ”Yo.” He rolled his eyes as Rad made an appearance, and added, ”Oh, Rad - thanks for the 24 hour nap. That was a delight.”

There was a touch of sarcasm in his tone, though he didn’t really care much. It was a weekend and he was already ahead on his readings, so what did it matter if he died for a day? It didn’t, really. He would have minded less if she hadn’t kicked him out of her room to nap, but whatever.