But while a certain plant enthusiast was this close to munching on cucumbers to relieve stress, one adjutant was just trying his best to fit and survive the real nightmare:
Bedtime.
He just wanted to sleep. That was all.
Sleep.
But since when did such a simple request become a complex, soul-draining quest?
Maybe since this blinding starry blanket had influenced the bed sheets and even the upholstery.
Everything twinkled like the galaxy had vomited on the interior design.
And amidst this glow-in-the-dark aesthetic nightmare, Kyle found himself doing something…unspeakable.
Helping the mop change into pajamas.
You heard it right, and you heard it first.
Ollie Mylor, self-proclaimed cutest mechanic and aspiring disaster, had decided that pajamas were essential tonight despite the looming threat of beast tides outside.
"You're…serious about this?" Kyle asked, clutching a pajama sleeve that somehow had star prints.
