>Loona wakes up, It's 11:30.
>She doesn't set an alarm; blitzo knows better than to wake her up.
>she checks her phone, hoping that someone would reply to her posts, and give her the little bit of attention she needs.
>But she sighs, because once again, no one knows about her.
>Of course, she gets a couple likes, but those are just from the furries who died.
>Goddamnit.
>She gets up, wearing a tank top and shorts.
>Her hair is a mess, and she's not wearing makeup.
>It's 11:45.
>Loona faces a dillema.
>On one hand, she's tired and wants coffee.
>On the other hand, she's too nervous to go outside without makeup, and messy hair.
>Obviously she can't go out for coffee yet, what if someone saw her? She'd die.
>So she walks to the shower, and flicks it on. She sets it to lukewarm, and begins to collect all the conditioners and sprays.
>Now, obviously Loona can't take a shower right now, she doesn't really need one, as she hasn't been anywhere in weeks, and keeps herself clean. If she did take a whole body shower, it would take her all day.
>She takes off her top, and sticks her head under the shower head. She's done this many times before, and is pretty good about not getting water to run down her back.
>she conditions and shampoos her hair, as well as her head, because she wants to avoid smelling like wet dog.
>Finally, she rinses it out. She smells like strawberries.
>she turns off the shower, and grabs her blow-dryer.
>she begins the process of drying herself. It's highly important to get the water off of her skin, because otherwise bacteria could get trapped, and ruin her fur.
>She starts with her hair, gets it halfway done, and then moves to her face.
>the dryer annoys her as it blows in her face.
>She turns off the dryer, and moves to the mirror.
>Her nose twitches. Her hair, and fur, have been blown out. She looks like an 80's glam rocker.
>Fuck.
>Now she has to brush her hair, and her head.
>She starts with her face, the fur sticking up is irritating her eyes
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