Toothpaste in My Hair [Open]

Bluuuuh. He was so tired. He was never good for early mornings, urgh. Shower's revitalized him, but he had taken one last night, in order to not have to get up this early, but now... urgh. Maybe he shouldn't have done that.

Scratching at his head, his messy mop of blond hair, to be precise, the boy let out a jaw-cracking lawn, shuffling out of his room and down the hallway, half-closed green eyes barely able to tell him where he was going. He was disheveled, from his loose black T-shirt to his bright orange shorts, and it was, in all honesty, hard to tell where he was going.

Aah, here was the door. Pushing it carefully in, Jaye slouched into the boy's bathroom, barely making it over to the sink before he dropped his black bag of just toiletry (why did they even call it that?) stuff on the counter. He was up early (why was he up early? Oh yeah, Avril was taking him and Rephael out for breakfast, good times, good times), and the place was deserted, thankfully. He always felt a toooouch less self-conscious when he was the only one in here.

First, though, he had to attempt to wake up. It was a simple splash of water onto his face, and he blinked it away, letting out another yawn, and peering at his absolute horrid image in the mirror. Man, he was not made for this early...

Toothbrush, first. And thus began the hunt for the toothbrush through his black bag.