over the course of their friendship ( the lengthy and tiresome one its been ) they’ve long since come to the unspoken agreement that as shitty as they are at their own self care, it’s no excuse as to why they should slack when it came to the other. after all, easy could go for days on only a handful of trail mix and the fumes of his paints as sustenance, but that didn’t mean that conner was allowed to do the same with his studies. as it was, what they had was a true friendship built off of a hypocritical support system that featured one too many afternoons spent, more or less napping or swearing up a storm over unfinished assignments and shitting on the teachers that gave them in the first place. they were at a good place. of mutually beneficial standing where conner barged in at any given moment of the day based on the whims of when he felt it was best to break easy out of his bubble of creations, and easy, like he was now, deciding that conner had receded far enough into his textbooks that he deserved at least a few hours to breathe some fresh air. ❛ look, i’m just sayin’. you’re not gonna bomb any tests just cause you spend one night out of ten to take a fuckin’ break. anymore, and you’re gonna become one with those textbooks... and that’s comin’ from me, ya nerd. ❜