Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38868122-20191113012325/@comment-38868122-20191114050051

Harlowe rolled out of bed (yes, I'm using the same sentence I did in the other rp) from her very short snooze and groaned inwardly. "Oof, I think I'm gonna be sick," She says to no one in particular. She doesn't care enough to fix her wild bed-head, and decides to venture to her hiding place (ehehhhh) to sketch in her book.