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Six (shootyoumyself) wrote in freedomtownic,

Rockett was home, but Six was far from it. Sadly she hadn't had a home since she was a toddler that a Mog hadn't ran her from or came in an destroyed. She accepted that a long time ago, home would never happen for her till all Mogs were dead or she was die in the processes. Speaking of dying, Six dreams were littered with death, fighting, and normally it would be a nightmare for someone, but it was normal for her.

As she started to stir awake, she puffed out some air, her eyes fluttered, but then closed again, "What's the music?" she asked no one really, she moved her head to cover her head with the blanket, unsure if she even wanted to get up yet. Her body was tired from running, fighting, and her energy was tapped from the use of her ability. The good news was the more she slept, the more she felt better.

Her eyes blinked against and she turned around on her side, moving the blanket to peek, seeing Rocket, Six pushed down the blanket from her face and then stretched her body out as she yawned. "Where are we?" as her eyes looked around and then settled back on her friend. "Are you home?" she asked.