Room 305, Saturday Morning

[grayskollar]

Adora might have had an extremely frustrating week, but that just made the relief when she started to drift awake and felt normal again all the more sweet and relaxing. Enough so that she dismissed a not entirely unfamiliar weight thumping on the mattress as simply misplaced nostalgia and wishful thinking.

"Mom."

Wait. What?

"Mom."

She cracked open an eyelid.

Boy did Adora have a set of lungs on her.

[Open.]

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[grayskollar]

"..."

Sorry, Kit, you'd just broken your mother and were just going to have to wait a moment for her brain to reboot.

[floofandtrauma]

Kit took advantage of Adora's shift in position to dart into her lap, wriggling around until she was comfortable. "Moooooooom."

Mom always had food, even if it was just a ration bar.

[grayskollar]

Adora did have ration bars in her drawer, and, even if her brain was still refusing to process this, enough muscle memory to automatically hug the child closer while she fumbled around in said drawer for one.

[floofandtrauma]

Kit grabbed the ration bar out of Adora's hand, stuffing half of it in her mouth before belatedly remembering manners were a thing and thanking her through a mouthful of ration mush, purring all the while.

[grayskollar]

Adora was just take a few moments to just focus on remembering to breathe (both in and out), while her subconscious just went into overdrive shoving everything down into that place where it never had to be dealt with.