"[Y/N] wake up you piece of shit of a moirail."

Your whole body cringes at the thought of waking up. However, your eyelids start to lift upwards the faster the troll waved his gray arm in front of your face, clicking the buttons on his game controller frantically with his other hand. You weren't really concerned about what Sollux had just said to you. The two of you have been moirails for little over a year and still going strong, he just jokes around a lot. You were also still a little too groggy to care at the moment.

"Look, I know the game isn't that exciting right now but you have got to stop falling asleep on my shoulder like that. It's cute and all but my arm falls asleep and I kinda need it right now." He says, still invested in whatever is going on on the TV screen in front of you two. You groan in response and lean into his shoulder more. "Ow! My entire right arm feels like fucking pins and needles. Quit. It."

"I can't help it Sollux. I'm a rebellious, teenage girl who's too edgy to live by the rules of some nerd." You slur, half of your face smushed up against his shoulder and arm. He scoffs and turns to you, makes an almost concerned face, then proceeds to turn off his gaming headset so none of his little buddies can hear him.

"[Y/N], as your shitty moirail, I feel like I should tell you that you should thank whatever entity you worship that the face cam isn't on right now because you seriously need to freshen up. There's mascara streaks going almost all the way down to your chin." You stick your tongue out at him and then proceed to get up and walk to the bathroom in his hive.

"Thanks Sollux, you always know what to say to a girl to make her feel good about herself."

"I knew that already, I'm a true casanova." He replies sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and slammed the door shut.

Damn, he was right, you thought to yourself while looking in the mirror. You turned on the sink and splashed the cold water onto your face and wiping the smudged makeup off with a washcloth. Ta da. Everything is off and you're face is all na-tur-al. Not that you wore too much makeup anyways, just a little concealer for your bags because let's face it: you never get enough sleep. You could, but you're too used to going to bed around 2 am. You also wear some mascara because why the hell not? However, now that all of its off you look really tired. The two black mascara streaks have been replaced by two purple bags under your eyes and one or two small pimples on your nose. Oh well, you shrugged, Sollux doesn't really give a shit anyways, and you don't give a shit about what he thinks you look like either. But then you heard knocking at the door.

"Yo Sol, open up."

Fuck. It's was Dave Strider, and god knows you definitely give a shit about you he thinks you look like.