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“i happily would.” she hummed as she slowly fell back into the softness of her sheets. taking her place beside her boyfriend. “but i know you don’t want that, ill just text you next time.” … maybe, if she doesn’t feel bad about it.
“thank you.” she softly hummed. turning back to her computer to load the software that held her recordings. …just to get it set up, as if the thought was there, just not entirely committed. “it’s okay, sometimes i just want…
…to take a nap.” a familiar scent was more comforting than any blanket on her bed. “i don’t want to drag you from your work, so you don’t need to do that for me.” turning back, finally making her way to the edge of the bed.
eleven slinked around her room, coat returning to its hook by the door, shoes slipped off beneath her desk, powering on her computer to inevitably ignore the work she needed to do. “i stop by sometimes, i’ve just never caught you…




















