This doesn't have a title because Applez is a butt and I am uncreative ((Millie/Youngmont))
Millie hadn't exactly planned to be out of a place to stay for this long. Or at all, really. She'd been making the best of it, but fact was she spent her days trapped in an unventilated locker, and her nights looking for excuses not to go back into said locker. Combine school, a new job, and being cut off from the blood bags back at the warehouse, and the past week had not been all that fun. Her smile had been wearing rather thin, and it was becoming a bit harder to continue to look and act like things were dandy through her exhaustion.
And, for probably the first time in her schooling, she found it impossible to stay awake in a class. She'd held a constant glazed expression, zoning out and jotting down bits of nonsense that were less notes and more attempts to look like she was taking notes instead of falling asleep. The hand that typically would shoot up to respond to any question stayed at her desk, fingers tapping out dully along to the thudding of other people in the room.Β It took her a good minute to even realize when the class was let out, though once she did she felt a moment of joy as she picked up her books and stumbled out, happy to be able to just leave and just....well, no, she wasn't going to go to bed. Not to the little locker she tried to make a bed. Instead she'd be spending the next several hours loitering in any place until it closed, waiting out until dawn forced her back inside.
Fun.
