She slammed the book shut and open the doors to room. She tossed the book onto a table and lay herself on her bed. She screamed, the sound muffled by a pillow. “It’s just the best book ever, and just some random person died and . . . I need to rest, I need to rest . . .”
Oof. She was talking into her very understanding pillow, who would always be there.
(Wow . . . XD)
She folded up her wings around herself, bringing herself back to the meditative state which had done before. She needed Malach right no- “Wait What?!?”
bIG OOF. That pillow is like, “Ooooh guuurl you know you want him.”
(Well then… what meow???)
(I donnnn’t know.)
(He should prolly check on her, but that pillow tho, Lol)
(He can’t. He a busy boio)
(Then magically bjebekdvhef time skip…?)
(Sidnsjkdkdjsksks sure)