well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

(uhhhhhh im bad at this - can elise have mild insomnia?)

(why tho)

(just cuz she'll sometimes stay awake all night and not be tired, she'll just have trouble falling asleep.)

(ya that's what insomnia is but i want to know why)

(so H can be concerned or something)

(insomnia isn't something someone should be concerned about… especially if it's mild.)

It was morning, and Elise was still staring up at the ceiling. She hadn't had a wink of sleep. Havenwood, on the other hand, had.

(bruh or ignore me, okay. also didn't we time skip?)

(yup. IT WAS MORNING. I'm not mad btw.)

(but still i think we should discuss the insomnia thing. Because mild Insoms aren't… as bad… all of us at one point has a case of insomnia, even if it's milllld. That's actually what mild insom is.)

(okay, sure. so elise didn't sleep at all last night. and she's not tired, either. so. your turn.)

(annd ignore the writer who has done research on it for a book. okaaaay. I seriously don't know how to react to it, though. Like, it's NOTHING to be concerned about.)

(okay cool. your turn.)

(bRUH I DON"T KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT! ARE. YOU. READING. MY. WORDS.)

(um. he woke up?)

(Ya then you want him to be concerned over something that shouldn't have to be concerned over. Also, where would that lead us in the plot? Mind if I answer? whispers no where. Sorry for the sass but…)

(okay okay sorry. drop the insomnia thing. just go. sorry. I don't wanna fight.)

(But liek

seriouslY??? YOU TRYNA KILL DIS POOR CHIHLD?)

Havenwood stirred with a gentle groan. He hated waking up. Very much. With a passion.

(i is sowy)
"Oh, hey. You're awake." Elise nudged him with a smile.

(Das okay.)

Havenwood groaned again and grabbed Elise again. "How long have you been awake for?"

"All night." Elise shrugged. "I don't sleep much, but it's nothing to worry about."

Havenwood sighed. "Is this the only night that's happened?"

"No…why do you ask?" She tilted her head.

Havenwood sighed and relaxed back into the bed. "You're just riddled with all kinds of diseases."

"And what other 'diseases' might I have?" Elise smiled. "They haven't accomplished much."

Havenwood booped her nose. "The 'Too Cute Disease'."

Elise grinned. "I am not cute."

"You're pretty cute," Havenwood murmured gently.

"Mmm…think what you want, I guess."

"You guess? You're adorable."