12:03
Roxas woke up late for his last day of classes before finals. It didn't matter too much that he was missing it because they were reviewing that day and he was the type of person that made decent grades without having to study that much (something his bandmates always cursed him for). It was simply a fact of life. The only downside was that he was also one of the sleepiest people to ever exist. He was cool with that.
Looking at the clock earnestly this time around, Roxas realized that he could still make it to one of his classes. Grudgingly, he rolled out of bed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair in a half-hearted attempt to flatten a few cowlicks. It wasn't very effective, but he didn't notice, so it didn't really matter.
Ten minutes later, piece of toast in mouth as he trudged through the campus, Roxas made his way to advanced calculus with barely one eye open. It was pure luck that the first innocent bystander that he crashed into was Demyx.
"'Sup, sleepyhead," the blonde guitarist chuckled, ruffling a hand through Roxas' already very, very messy hair, "Late for class or something?"
Roxas cracked open an eye to glare up at his much taller bandmate, but the effect was ruined by the sleepy gunk in the corners of his eyes. Demyx, being the benevolent upperclassmen that he was, held back his laughter so as to not hurt the poor boy's feelings.
"I'll take that as a 'yes,' then," Demyx said, easily breaking the awkward silence that followed as he began to walk away, "Don't forget about practice before the big show tonight! Someone might actually show up to hear us play this time!"
Being the little shit that he was, Roxas simply scurried off to class without a word. That guy had issues.
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12:41
Demyx looked down at his watch lazily. He had an off period in which he had promised himself that he would study. In reality, he decided to drop by the campus coffee shop to see if his favorite barista was on the clock. Humming one of the songs he had written for that night's end-of-semester concert, he swept into the shop, making one hell of an entrance.
"Greetings, friend," he said, sidling up to the counter before she could scurry away, "What's the special today?"
"Knock it off, Demyx, I have a newbie in the back that we're training to be ready for flex term," Xion sighed without any bite, organizing a display of treats on sale for the evening crowd. She looked tired those days, as if a little rain cloud was following her around not raining enough to soak her to the bone but just enough to make her feel a little soggy around the edges. Being the doting older brother figure that he was, Demyx was out of his mind with worry.
"What's eating you, shrimp?" he asked sincerely, then tried to play it off "Boy troubles? Do you want me to beat him up?"
Despite the fact that it was a pretty shitty attempt, it still made her laugh and punch his shoulder in such a disgustingly chummy, cute way that it made any innocent bystander want to hurl. The newbie decided to let them know in the most polite way she knew how.
"Hey, I thought PDA was a no-no, boss. What gives?" she asked. Demyx cocked an eyebrow at the new recruit. She was even shorter than Xion, yet he could practically feel waves of sarcasm seeping out of her skin and fanning out to fill the room. It was ruining his zen.
"Only if it's not with a paying customer, my young padawan," Demyx said, shaking his head, "It seems like you have a lot to teach little missy here, Xion my friend."
"I have a name," the newbie tried to interject, but no one cared.
"She does have a point though, Dem, I am on the clock," Xion said, instantly in business mode, "Buy something or scram, you ungenerous hobo."
"I'm wounded," he deadpanned before mentally checking his pocketbook, "Thing is, I'm broke, so I can't exactly prove you wrong either. Catch you later."
As Demyx was leaving (ahem, waltzing) out of the shop, the newbie, who was by then thoroughly ticked off, couldn't help but glare his receding form (which did admittedly look pretty fabulous). Still, she had a job to do, as she reminded herself. Soon after, she was back to her normal self and almost got the end of the day without being reminded of the irksome encounter. Almost.
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5:36
May groaned and buried her head into her keyboard in a fit of despair. The stress was killing her. She was going to die before these tests ever came around, and no one would be at her funeral because all of her friends lived overseas. Then again, maybe her guild would have a memorial for her…? Nonsense, she told herself, furiously typing a few more lines of code, they wouldn't even know she was gone, since she didn't have any irl friends to notify them of her untimely demise. The thought of that forced her to collapse into her textbooks yet again, this time for longer. At this rate, she wouldn't even survive the night! A knock at the door startled her out of her stress-induced coma. Curiously, she dragged herself out of her chair at the Desk of Doom.
"Yeah?" May asked, opening the door. There stood her one and only roommate and best friend, who was just getting back from her first day at a new job in the campus coffee shop.
"Get this bag for me, friend, my hand is about to fall off," she groaned, handing off said bag to her friend of many years.
"Cat, will you agree to notify my guild in case I die trying to finish my code by tomorrow? I'll give you my login and everything," May chattered, setting the bag on the table before rifling through its contents idly, "Your new job has nice benefits, by the way, is this coffee really from Sumatra? Classy."
"Pfft, it's their fault you're so behind anyways, I don't see why you owe it to them," Cat said, "You're almost done anyways, you just get nervous the night before big deadlines."
"I don't see how that's relevant right now, dude, I am currently dying, and you can't even be bothered to give a shit. I'm hurt."
Rubbing her forehead a little bit, Cat tried not to snap. She loved May and everything, but she was just so out of it that day. Luckily, May caught on pretty quickly.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, feeling her friend's forehead, "At least you aren't running a fever. Do you want some chocolate? I think there's still half a bar in the fridge if you want me to go check."
"Yo, that sounds pretty great actually," Cat admitted, "I think I'll go get it later, though, I need to lay down for a while. Go finish your code. For real this time. And stop freaking out about your guild, they let you have a week off, remember?"
"Yes, mom," May groaned, ruffling the shorter girl's hair, much to her chagrin, "When you wake up, do you want to go down to the Pub? I heard they had some kind of end-of-semester thingadoodle planned and I feel like trying to beat my high score on Ms. Pac Man."
"Whatever, man, just let me sleep, geez," Cat sighed, plonking down on the couch and snuggling into the pre-made blanket nest. She watched a few minutes of TV before passing out to the sound of some novella rerun and the aggressive typing coming from May's desk.
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8:25
Cat caught sight of May's bright wristwatch glowing in the low light of their apartment as she felt herself being shaken awake. She took a lazy breath and was immediately assaulted with the smell of the chocolate bar that she had laid dibs on earlier. Wordlessly, she chomped down and brought a hand from under the blanket to rub her eyes sleepily.
"Knew that would get you up," May giggled before yanking off the blankets like the tyrant she really was on the inside. Tears welled up in Cat's eyes as she curled up into a ball and chewed mournfully on the chocolate bar.
"C'mon, I want to make it there before all the partiers get there and skank up the arcade area."
While Cat understood this, she still found it hard to forgive her friend and kept grunting out sarcastic comments about literally everything. Instead of being really offended, May was impressed. This, of course, was not the effect Cat really desired, so when they got to the Pub, she was in such a state of distress and anger that what happened next didn't surprise her a single bit.
