Jasper was never one for long nights of sleep or sleep at all, he liked to call himself Batman as a lame excuse for his neglect. He stays up every night, occasionally he would take hour long naps or pass out in class. You were the only person that could help him sleep, sometimes he would stay up just to hang out with you but if you slipped your fingers into his hair for a good 4 minutes- he would be passed out. Heavy bags under his eyes and long words being used with the usual stutter and embarrassed flush on his cheeks and then the gaslighting, it all came to Jasper naturally.

“No, that is horrible- have you see the outfit she wore to class on Tuesday? That skirt that barely covered her ass? Look, im not trying to be judgmental- but she deserves it for being a heinous cunt.” Jasper rants.

Jasper lays on the beanbag next to your bed as the AC rumbles and a random knockoff movie plays on your tv, a joint placed between his long lanky fingers as the smoke lingers in the room- the window slightly agar to let there be ventilation. The smell of weed filling your room, his eyes a bit pink and his eyes drooping a bit as he runs his fingers on his free hand through his disheveled dark brown fluffy hair that he hasn’t washed in a considerable amount of days.

“You’d look better in that mini skirt, you got more ass than her.” Jasper mumbles, giving you a little wink as he places the joint back between his lips.