#msudaisy

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msudaisy​

“What do you think we should do with them?” Malia asked, looking down at her freshly carved pumpkin. She’d made a few that day— more than her room needed— which put her in a strange predicament. One thing she knew for certain was that she wasn’t about to go kicking around her hard work like some other students had done (subsequently earning themselves a stern talking to from Caretaker Smith). Additionally, Malia didn’t want to load off her pumpkin to the other to keep. Not only was it rude, but carrying one was enough of a struggle. Two would just be too much.

— starter for @msudaisy !

it’d been a long day, and all cass could really seem to focus on was getting back to his dorm so he could wind down and find something relaxing yet entertaining to do to occupy his evening. he felt like all of the excitement of the day was dying out and was under the impression he’d be able to maintain this peace, then worry about what tomorrow would bring when tomorrow comes. though, apparently he had gotten too far ahead of himself, because he made the mistake of only focusing on himself and not what anyone else could do to keep things from getting too calm.

@msudaisy

truthfully, jet was a little busy. it was the first time in awhile he’d actually bothered to sit down and open a textbook, and not because he was actually trying to study — who does that shit in 2020? — he was being paid to do his classmate’s thermodynamics midterm project. this was the beauty of being naturally gifted with intelligence, despite the general consensus; everyone in jet’s major knew he could do this shit in his sleep. and that’s why, obviously, he never had to lose sleep over his schoolwork, or rather, ever bother putting any effort into it — because he didn’t need to. 

he’d just begun writing the thesis about developing a liquid monopropellant injector for a high power electrodeless plasma thruster. the feasibility of using a chemical monopropellant for electric propulsion would be investigated, he’d only made it a sentence in before his phone chimed and he groans at the impeccable timing of whoever was behind this incoming message. the dude was paying him good money to write this paper, and now is the time everyone decides to hit him up for marijuana?

he smirks down at the culprit’s message on screen — not who he was expecting to be messaging him now — though not unwelcome. jet wets his lips before he unlocks his phone and pauses for a minute to think over his reply to the request he’s been sent.