>>55442728>FennelFennel only became aware of how tired she was once she pressed the bridge of her glasses back into place for the fourth time, grunting at how disgustingly slick her oily skin felt against her fingertips. The rattata’s nest of wires spewing out from the Dream Radar had finally bested her and after four hours filled with pulling, tugging, cursing under her breath and anguished cries of frustration the scientist was throwing in the towel.
She shuffled out of the room in a bleary haze, lured by the pink haze billowing through the crack underneath her bedroom door. She could continue agonizing over electrical wires tomorrow.
