aghata volkomeen

Since Laiz joined the Ordo Realistas, your days seem to be devoid of the domestic normality that you used to see every day since you took your first breath.

Maybe you've unlearned normal.

But if there's one thing that brings a certain familiar feeling, it's Agatha's bad days. You wish her days were good like every girlfriend, but there's something about that grumpy little face that makes you want to rip your heart out and give it to her.

Anything could make her like this, from a scolding from Veríssimo to a ritual that went very wrong, and today was one of those days in particular.

Agatha entered the apartment they shared with a horrible grimace as she walked heavily towards the bed where her girlfriend was.

"Damn, what a shitty day" she grumbled.

"Don't ask, just be quiet" Without even thinking the girl crawled onto the bed so she could crawl into her blouse and lie on her breasts with a heavy sigh.