Hazel's was a whirl, swooping around the kitchen. Her hair was frizzled and uncombed, flying as she dashed to the cabinet. All while in her night clothes, consisting of a pair of bloomers with a few owl faces on the butt, and a bra with one strap off of her shoulder onto her arm. She also only had one sock on and a slipper on the other foot.
She got a commission for a birthday cake and was aiming to get it done that morning. Sure, by morning it was actually 2 am, but she had given up on sleeping that night anyway. Besides she was gonna stay awake for a while anyway. Hazel specifically asked for Haru to make some very strong pots of coffee that night. Hazel was done, she was sick of the damn nightmares.
They started when she got back and her cousins left. They wanted to help the war with the family, and now it's just Hazel in this place. Sure, it was nice to have some more space by herself, but she was now alone for the night and it frightened her a bit. The nightmares keep her up fairly frequently, with Hazel distracting herself with either drinks or work.
And on this night, Hazel decided to do some backing. barely even bothering to get dressed, or bother looking for the other sock or slipper. It was great, until weariness smacked her. She just wanted to sit down, only for a bit. Stirring the mix, Hazel soon fell asleep, laying on the floor. Of course, she had a pillow, which was the bowl and batter her face was buried into.
@Lich King
She got a commission for a birthday cake and was aiming to get it done that morning. Sure, by morning it was actually 2 am, but she had given up on sleeping that night anyway. Besides she was gonna stay awake for a while anyway. Hazel specifically asked for Haru to make some very strong pots of coffee that night. Hazel was done, she was sick of the damn nightmares.
They started when she got back and her cousins left. They wanted to help the war with the family, and now it's just Hazel in this place. Sure, it was nice to have some more space by herself, but she was now alone for the night and it frightened her a bit. The nightmares keep her up fairly frequently, with Hazel distracting herself with either drinks or work.
And on this night, Hazel decided to do some backing. barely even bothering to get dressed, or bother looking for the other sock or slipper. It was great, until weariness smacked her. She just wanted to sit down, only for a bit. Stirring the mix, Hazel soon fell asleep, laying on the floor. Of course, she had a pillow, which was the bowl and batter her face was buried into.
@Lich King