@nightcapneeded
honestly speaking, the sun is a little freak.
it's why giselle's still keeping most of her travel times to the later hours, shuffling along in the dark. even now, the bright lights of the Cotes bullet train makes her squint behind her sunglasses.
(why were they called that anyways, why not dark glasses or night glassesβ)
there's a man in the same carriage as her, slumped over in his seat like he's half-dead. he better not be dead, she thinks, or else she'd be imagining his rotting corpse for the rest of the night.
ew, gross.
"hey." she gets up and nudges his leg with her cute designer heels. "are you gonna sleep here all night, uncle?"
"this is the last stop before they repeat the circuit again!"














