08-11-2019, 01:24 PM
Vathmos hated being awake in the morning. She normally only woke at dusk and slept at dawn. She was tired and wanted to go back to sleep. She had been up for too long now. "I'm fine." She mumbled throught the squrriel, letting herself in and stepping over the child. She dropped the squrriel on the floor, looking down at Rhea. "Brought you breakfast."
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━