Niffty POV:
The fall sun shone through my curtains as I excitedly opened my eye. Like a winter wind, I jumped out from under my covers, threw on my little dress and remade my bed. Less than five minutes, the first portion of my morning routine was finished. I ran out of my room and as usual, my parents were still asleep, so I stayed quiet as I got my lunch and bag ready, keeping an eye on the clock. It seemed to take longer this morning. Maybe because I was anxious to be with my new friends. Vaggie hadn't said much yesterday, but I could feel her energy. Feisty and protective, but with a soft side. I only heard Angels voice, but only a couple things. It sounded like he had a bad childhood. I'm glad he has friends like Ms. Charlie and Vaggie. And now with me, Alastor and Husk, I can already tell we're gonna be a great friend group for everyone!Husk POV:
The first thing I did when I woke up was message Angel, which was a switch. I normally reach under my bed for my first drink of the day.
Private DM:
rose_wine: Hey Angel. Good morning!*DrugfulBliss is online*
DrugfulBliss: Hello Husk! I'm sorry, but I can't talk much right now! My mom is rushing me! Even with four arms, I need more!
rose_wine: It's fine. I just wanted to say good morning.
DrugfulBliss: Well, thank you for giving me one. See you in a bit!
*DrugfulBliss is offline*
Butterflies. That's what I feel for some reason. Angel's a good guy. I take back every bad thing about this whole thing, cause if I hadn't agreed to help with this, I never would have met Angel. I slowly and noiselessly pulled a bottle from under my bed, watching my door, took a quick sip and put it back under, then started walking around my room, making sure to step on the creaky bits to let my dad know I'm awake.

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