𝑑͞𝐚𝐰𝐧. ྃ ྄ (slow)

she entered the room, before turning her back to the person already present; 𝐆𝐀𝐑. ‘oh jeez—‘ she threw him the first piece of clothing she could find before speaking again. ‘i have time, but first please, put some clothes and— when you're done meet me in the living room.’

insomnia was at its peak. after four days without sleep — wearing a shirt that had belonged to 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤, she still couldn't get over her grief. she looked at a picture in a frame. a growing rage made her throw the frame against the wall. she was so angry at herself.

she poured coffee in her head while listening to the words of the sportsman. ‘ do you want coffee or something to eat? usually when you eat, digestion makes you want to sleep. wanna try ?’ she had a small affectionate smile before taking a sip of her cup of coffee.

the blonde takes out her phone while filming what seemed almost like a cooking podcast/tutorial. she says nothing for a moment before laughing. ‘ wow. you should do this more often.’ she says while putting her phone in the pocket of her jeans.

; the truth has spoken.

dawn was preparing a meal in the kitchen. the smell had surely attracted all the hungry titans.

" okay, several years of relationships between us, and you've been holding out on me ? the pineapple pizza, seriously ? ok — give me a slice but without pineapple , I don't like it.. "

─┈ i don't ignore sleep, it ’ s sleep that ignores me, i didn’t ask for looking like a characters of the walking dead, you know. and — yes, you are the wrong one to talk ; you are the one who sleeps the least between the two of us.

she walked to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee, listening to her ex tell her he was glad she was feeling better. — there was nothing to worry about, i have moments when the sleep disappears, but I'm still fine despite... my zombie face.

the blonde smiled slightly seeing that he had not lost his reflexes, to his question she nodding a little, passing a hand in her hair in battle, while having the mark of the pillow printed on his cheek. — I slept somes hours, I feel better

/ send help, my tl decide to show me abs all the fucking the second — wtf ??? I get it, it’s maybe the abs day but stop, omgad.

he's the most normal guys of the mini-batman gang, but yeah… sometimes he’s crazy too.

the blonde had just woken up, hearing a noise. she left her room to find Hank working out. she watched him for two seconds without blinking before grabbing a bottle of water and throwing it at him before screaming. - REFLEX.