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title: eight a.m. on tuesdays (throwing rocks on my bedroom window)
link: archiveofourown . org/works/16731330
word count: 4,750
pairing: mermista/seahawk
summary: in which Mermista puts out an ad for someone to wake her up & ensure she goes to her biochem class & Sea Hawk responds)

AD: PLEASE CALL ME AND MAKE SURE I GO TO MY 8 AM CLASS TUES/THURS. I WILL LITERALLY PAY YOU. 555-0923-XXXX.

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So Mermista is literally having the worst day of her month. Year. Life, even, if she’s really feeling dramatic, and she kind of deserves to feel dramatic. She’s missed literally enough of her stupid, 8 AM biochem class that her professor emailed her. Yeah, her professor emailed her. Mermista actually maybe wants to die. Painfully.

Anyway, her roommate’s been really nice about it. Perfuma’s cool; Mermista will admit that. She’s the one that came up with the ad idea, anyway, because Perfuma also likes to sleep in until 11 AM, and neither of them respond well to alarms. (Case in point: Perfuma sleeps through hers about as often as Mermista turns hers off, which is like, every day at this point).

So. Her life is out of control, and she posts this ad in like, four different common rooms in prayer, and then the absolute worst thing happens.

Someone responds.

read more at archiveofourown . org/works/16731330