▤ = falling asleep on them
Tiring day, tiring missions, tiring runs, tiring, tiring, tiring. The problems of joining a rebellion group was the fact that missions wears Bluebell out, her makeup faded, her hair messed and she could almost collapse on the spot, no matter the nature of the mission itself. But even more so was that travelling after every mission wasn’t a grant for naps nor fixing of makeups, it’s the time where attacks proven themselves to be the most successful, and they had to stay on guard.
Her eyelids droop as she stared out of the window, there wasn’t many people along the distance, not much cars either, and not one looked oddly suspicious and-
She feels a head on her shoulder, shifting her eyes towards the particular direction, seeing her partner this time had fallen asleep, how nice, now she has to stay on guard because no one else would. Maybe she should have just woken him up and take a break herself, but she’s not in the mood to do so for now. She’ll deal with him when he wakes up later, maybe.







