todaykind of fucking sucked.
can't draw anything. can't write anything either. urgh. wtf. muse = lazy as all hell. ugh.
hng.
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Nero a BianqueIt's approximately seven forty-two before Bianque begins to get ready, cocking her leg out from underneath its counterpart and dropping her foot to the floor, muscles bending and moving fluidly as she shifts her weight to it and pulls away from the bed to make her way to the tiny closet across from it.Nero a Bianque
It does not take her long at all to find what she's looking for, especially considering there are only two outfits hanging in the cramped space, and she turns sideways to accommodate for her stomach, one arm shifting around it instinctively as she reaches in with the other and pulls her clothes out by the hanger.
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