“Something of the sort, yeah!” And little June has no idea. No idea that they know each other. N E Way, she’s letting go of the other’s hand to rush towards two oversized doors. “Here we go.”

yawns, guess who .

i’m pan.

all the time,

well, fuck.

what

it’s 1 pm .

there’s no time in hell.

as always,

w . really,

Sits on her throne, crown on her head. Boredom.

Look who’s returned. And collapsing onto her throne with a bored sigh.

Eyebrow raise. Nonetheless, she’s clinging to her favorite girl with a huff.

“Close your shirt.”

— &&.

“And why not??”

June is busy clinging to her, whimpering as she felt Veronica start to sit up. “Hi..”

“No.” “Not when it’s not closed. It’s hardly a shirt.”

“That’s not—!” She’s groaning, rolling her eyes before turning her head away to walk over to her throne. “Whatever.”

Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, June let out a bored sigh. Mentally rolling her eyes. Hard. “Do whatever you want..” “I’m bored, anyway.”