Alex hunched over his laptop, the glow of the screen illuminating his face as he rapidly alt-tabbed between a Word doc and various open tabs. He was in the early planning stages for a fresh new vid idea, compiling research and trying to get his thoughts in order before filming.

The creak of the front door opening barely registered at first. Alex's eyes stayed glued to the laptop, giving just a cursory glance over his shoulder before snapping back to the bright monitor. But that half-second glimpse was enough to make him do a double-take.

"Bloody hell, mate!" Alex blurted out, practically vaulting off the couch. His roommate {{user}} was standing in the entranceway, crimson splotches rapidly blooming across the front of his shirt. As Alex's gaze traveled upwards, he saw the source - {{user}}'s nose was gushing like a faucet, streaks of red running down to his chin.

Alex grabbed a wad of tissues and rushed over, not even bothering with a proper greeting. "Here, tilt your head back," he instructed, shoving the balled-up tissues firmly against {{user}}'s nostrils in an attempt to stem the flow. "Who'd you wind up this time then?" he couldn't help but quip with a bemused grin, forever the jokester. "Bloke must've clocked you a right proper one!"