Tying up her hair in a large, messy bun, Skell climbs down the tree of their room, going down to grab some tea. As she left some water to heat up in the kettle, she sits down on a chair, her elbow propped up on the table while her chin rested on her palm. Her mind drifted off, and her anxiety kicks in. Jamie had been her roommate and friend for..months? And a good one, too. Skell always had a scare when she'd just hear Jamie coughing or sneezing, or even if she'd catch her staying up late, worried she might faint the next day. She groans at one thought haunting her, What if I lose Jamie? She buries her head in her hands, knowing she was about to cry already when the kettle whistled. She stood up and proceeded to pour the water into a thermos.
//casually puts some emotional shiet nyohoho