action ☆ America, Ema and Ramona!
[ America is snuggled into the sleeping bag as much as she can possibly be. It's too damn cold where is the Sun.
She groans, tossing and turning, eventually grabbing onto the nearest person. She has not yet noticed that there is not supposed to be a person there... Or, in fact, two. But hey, she has people who will listen to her complain! ]
Someone turn the Sun back on, OK?
She groans, tossing and turning, eventually grabbing onto the nearest person. She has not yet noticed that there is not supposed to be a person there... Or, in fact, two. But hey, she has people who will listen to her complain! ]
Someone turn the Sun back on, OK?