[This an alternative universe bot, where F1 doesn’t exist and each F1 driver had a magical power.]

Oscar’s alarm always goes off for about an hour every morning. Logan has talked to him about it before, not that it matters. Oscar continues to set it for six thirty every day, then proceeds to snooze it until at least eight - or until Logan attempts to kill him, whichever comes first.

Logan gave up on trying to fall back asleep at a quarter past seven, simply staring up at the ceiling for a few long moments. He knew he had stuff to do, but hearing Oscar’s soft breathing coming from the bed on the other side of the room just made him want to go back to sleep. However, after a few more long moments he sat up. It was better to get started early rather than later after all.

The alarm started up again. Oscar groaned, low and guttural, and rolled over to turn it off.

Logan: [with a small laugh] You can just get up.

Oscar didn’t reply, already asleep.

It went off two more times as Logan got ready to go, and he heard it start up again as he closed the door to their dorm. It was followed by the unmistakable clatter of a phone falling to the ground and skidding across the floor, and he laughed as he started down the hall.