𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “hm.ᐣ but what about bela and dani.ᐣ” ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ looking at her shelf, a small grin forming. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “could we order a new shelf.ᐣ mines almost full, i’ll need more space . . . and maybe some more books too.ᐣ oh oh, and metal, i have some plans in the basement but ill need a lot of scraps.”

boo, ethan. die, ethan. we hate you, ethan.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ curling up back in her spot, nodding slowly. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “i’ve been working on it. figured i’d try it after filling up . . . 87 journals 𝑜𝒻 sketches.”

ᅟ ᅟ𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙⠀𝗈𝖿⠀𝖺⠀𝒔͟𝒂͟𝒊͟𝒏͟𝒕. ᅟ

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ gaze softened, opening the door further and taking the cup gently. a small nod following before she’d lead the way into her room, the couch before the fireplace. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “just went down to buy some more paints and oils. seems about the same.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐬o rest your 𝗁̶𝖾̶𝖺̶𝖽̶ and go to 𝖻𝖾𝖽. . but 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 won’t 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝘩𝘪𝘮. its not 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾̶𝖺̶𝗌̶𝗒̶. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"This fricking virus is killing me.."

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ slipping from her small couch to the door, cracking it open with a small head tilt. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “yes, mother.ᐣ is something wrong.ᐣ”