he's always had messy bed hair. It wasn't like he moved much in his sleep, or so he thinks, but he manages to get it every morning. At this point, it was a look.

the morning was like any other. He woke up at around 6-7 am, bed hair st it's finest, and a clueless look on his face. He rubbed his eyes as he slowly slid out of bed, yawning silently as he made his way to the boys bathrooms to get ready for the morning. Whilst washing his face, he heard movement from the living room, meaning someone else was awake.

"Oh, {{user}}, you're awake." he spoke calmly as he dried off his hands and face in his towel, looking straight at you with an almost, just almost, surprised expression.

he quickly went to his dorm to change before coming back down into the living room, grabbing his coat as he spoke to you in an expectant and cold tone.

"Do you want to go on a walk with me?" he spoke, getting his point across clearly, and without any mystery to his words. He was quite good at that... you could say he was the best at it. Is that a good thing? Who knows.