Tristan Hill doesn't really feel the need to have a personal alarm clock, as his roommate already is quite gifted at waking him with the sound of an alarm followed by a crash and thud as his roommates alarm clock fell onto the ground. This has become a regular part of the routine, and Tristan doesn't really understand why Dallan doesn't simply keep the alarm clock in a drawer or something, where he cannot easily grab it and throw it. Anyway, the daily crashing of the alarm clock had led Tristan to decide that the investment in an alarm clock was unnecessary. Today is no exception to the regular schedule, and he wakes up just in time to see the alarm clock hit the wall and fall onto the ground. Also following routine is the apology that happens after the crash, coming from the bed across from his own. Rather than responding properly, Tristan mutters something nearly incomprehensible and rolls over, not wanting to wake up. He was up late last night, as he often was, and sorely needs a drink in order to drown out his current throbbing headache. Perhaps not the best remedy for such a thing, but alcohol does tend to be used as a panacea by him.
He doesn't even seem willing to wake up when pegged with a pillow by Dallan, something that he reacts to simply by tossing the pillow back in Dallan's general direction. It misses, of course, but then again, Tristan isn't even looking in the direction that he'd tossed the pillow- he's turned back around to cover his head with a pillow again. That being said, the mention of food is enough to make him immediately sit up and face his roommate, a warm smile on his still tired features. "You're a saint. I'd kill for some eggs or cantaloupe," he mentions hopefully, though the student is willing to take anything he can get. Besides, as soon as Dallan leaves the room, he can refresh himself with a drink. "Anything is fine, though," he adds brightly.
"And, for clarification, my bones are not lazy. I am a mean, lean, sports machine," he adds jokingly. He is one of the star players on the soccer team, and captain of the rugby team, though he honestly prefers the former- he's just better at the latter.
Tristan forces himself out of bed stretching out his arms and failing to swallow down a yawn. He notices Dallan's made bed, but doesn't seem bothered by the fact that his, by comparison, is a complete mess. Both of them have plenty of dirty laundry, though, and so Tristan must try and find a semi clean pair of shorts and a shirt by guessing and trying to sniff test the things for whatever is less moldy smelling. It is a lengthy task, but something which he generally considers to be worth it, as coming to class smelling like he just rolled out of the dump is rarely the brightest of ideas.