𔓕 ⌨︎︎ : Mash Burnedead.

As the school years go by, it becomes more and more annoying, as homework and exam reviews pile up. You sat at a desk, absorbed in work, with a crumpled quill at your fingertips and another piece of parchment replaced.

You let out a sigh, until you noticed a slight movement interrupting your silence.

You felt some weight on your legs, until you looked down to see Mash, with her head on your lap, looking at you pleadingly despite her emotionless face.