text | un: m.cabrera

[naloxone]

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

Comments

[naloxone]

[ what, you mean now that i'm more in touch with my feelings and even weaker to shit like friendship and found family ha ha ha ha ha if you see someone randomly app in rock lee the bestest boy no you did not. ]

[blackfire]

（ i mean im not gonna say do it

but



im also not gonna say don't do it

u feel???


the mental image of itachi and lee interacting has in fact killed me tho so ty for that ）

[naloxone]

[ someone on the ship: itachi is he one of yours
itachi, already halfway out the airlock: sorry can't hear you— ]

[blackfire]

（ look he respects that taijutsu hustle, truly, but that fashion sense is where he really has to draw the line........ ）

[naloxone]

[ k but. does itachi really have any room to talk here........... ]

[blackfire]

（ shut up his fashion is FLAWLESS don't u wish u were on fleek like him. ）

[naloxone]

[ he's one cracked nailpolish away from a warped tour ]