misknownMiquel

[fem!Name] lay stomach flat on her bed. Bed covers on the floor, because she too lazy to pick it up (and probably afraid if someone or something will catch her if she lowers her hand under bed.) [fem!Name] heard her door being knocked. "Yes?" She raised her head, ready to attack at one point of thought. The gap of the door widened. [fem!Name] is almost ready to jump off her bed and punch whoever come through said door. But she lowered her defenses when she saw her mother's lovely smile as she took a step into her daughter's room. "Yeah, [whatever you call your mom]?" [fem!Name] sat up-- crossed-legged from her current position. "Oh, [what