Lo and behold, there was indeed no more room on Indigo’s butt. Why in the world were they covered in sweaters though? It wasn’t that cold in the house, was it?
“Indie, why are you covered in sweaters? It’s not that cold.”
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Between speeding through something and it’s shit, and taking her time so it’s actual quality, she chooses to take her time! She can get frustrated with that sometimes though, but that doesn’t happen very often.
Usually when she gets frustrated about taking her time, she’s generally upset or angry beforehand.
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Rebecca’s quite confident that Indigo’s current diet is just fine, thank you very much. She went to Bianca a while back to consult her about it, and was reassured that gaining a little bit of weight was very normal.
Indigo sleeps in her bed with her, half because it’s nice and warm, and half because they can be a second line of defense behind Pollux if there was ever a need. Rebecca tends to sleep like a rock sometimes, since sound won’t wake her up most of the time.
‘But I can stay up all night and all day no problem!’
Letting out a little whine Indigo let themselves fall backwards, plopping down in the trainer’s lap where they curled up as best they could and huffed.
“But if you fall asleep in your cake, I’m gonna have to give you a bath. With all the soaps.”
Rebecca gently pet Indigo’s head, guessing her little ward wasn’t going to let her up now.
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