May 7, 2020
@spacecour sent [ squish ] : my muse lays on your muse. / from harper!
An unfamiliar phone ring breaks Remy out of his sleep and he sits up in bed. That’s not my phone, I don’t even have a ringer on-he then jolts completely awake, and turns over to Harper, still drowsy as she reaches for her phone-”No,” Remy falls on top of her and knocks the phone out of her reach, “Y-You said y-you’d t-take a b-break today.”