” 𝘐𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴. ” —⭐️ 💫𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀💫 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥 【♥ - 𝙍𝙏 】

She’s training.

She can’t sleep.

What?

/ what the fuck

Adora when she cooks.

/ —

The blonde stood there with a grimace on her face as she stared at the other— “ Catra, I could never leave you again.” she spoke quietly.

/ im 😔🤚🤚 confused .

Sleepy? Yes.

So, did no one sleep last night.

Gives the reader a cup of coffee.

Adora could only frown at what Catra said—, “ Stop that. Everyone makes mistakes— you can’t keep doubting yourself like that, Catra.” She uttered, while shaking her head, trying to reassure the feline.

Tired.

She slowly shakes her head. “ It’ll be fine, but thank you.”

Adora has been training lots recently— all while not getting enough sleep. It’s fine.

Yawns.

Where’s Catra. She needs a hug.

It’s morning, who’s drinking at this hour?

How is she not dead yet?