Hotaru
Hotaru is certainly not properly prepared for visitors - in fact she’s currently throwing her guts up into a bucket when Morgan steps in, voice loud and authoritative. Hotaru gasps in the aftermath, nose and throat burning and eyes watering like hell. She groped for one of her hand towels, clutching it to her face as she straightens to turn towards her Warden. The slight bump in her navel is growing by the day, and no words really need to be said between them to make her pregnancy more obvious.
“Morgan?” It’s more of a croak through the towel, but she punches her nose to get the fluid out and abandons the bucket awkwardly to move towards the woman. “What’s wrong?” Dread settles in her stomach, stealing any minimal color left in her cheeks.
“Morgan?” It’s more of a croak through the towel, but she punches her nose to get the fluid out and abandons the bucket awkwardly to move towards the woman. “What’s wrong?” Dread settles in her stomach, stealing any minimal color left in her cheeks.
I'm ready to hope, swing me out of the low
Wide awake in the glow, I can't do it alone
Wide awake in the glow, I can't do it alone
