Someday I'll Make It Out of Here / O, nightmare

[butch kennedy]

[glow=blue,1,400]YES, SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE, LIKE THE FEEL OF YOUR HAND IN MINE — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Firefly felt bad.  She had been stalking around the territory, unable to sleep, unable to rest.  Her body was physically tired but her mind was vividly awake and imagining.  She wished her brain would just shut up for five seconds but it seemed that sleeping was not in her cards tonight.  However!  Her insomnia was not the reason for her guilt.  Instead, she had come across Maye waking suddenly , evidently from some sort of bad dream.  It almost felt like she had stumbled across something very private, but if she were already here...

"Do you -ah, well, if it's alright - do you want some company?"  Firefly managed after a moment of awkwardly seal-posing just behind an overgrown rose-bush as if that would hide her bulky frame.

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