it is a cold, spring night in the valley this cloud covered hour of darkness. But a small light flickers from afar, it is faint though it calls out to any eyes cast on it from miles. The warmth opens up to small, cozy enclosed room. A dark reflection of a monitor lies watching in the corner, and perched like a bird sits kb, speedrunning their physics assignment. This tale ends where kb cannot concentrate because there are frogs outside being very loud and it is really grabbing their attention and making it hard to focus
also I have the strong desire to say "cocahina" repeatedly to myself send help
I reject sleep
3 years, 18 days ago
Sleep is for the weak
3 years, 17 days ago
Indeed
3 years, 17 days ago