DROP NINETEEN
Cherry groaned loudly and swiped the sketch away, throwing it into the digital trash can.
"What in Tartarus are you doing in the middle of the night?" Pickle mumbled, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She turned on the lights.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," Cherry said, hugging her drawing tablet. "I was just drawing."
"Can't sleep?" Pickle said, frowning.
"Nah..."
"Then why do I have to suffer along with you, poutana?" Pickle snapped back, calling her ‘b***h,’ clearly annoyed.
"I said I was sorry!" Cherry pouted, lowering her head. "I'll go in the kitchen." She stood up and walked towards the door.
Pickle grabbed Cherry's pyjamas as she went past. "Wait... I shouldn't have shouted at you, but you know how cranky I get if I don't get my sleep..." She pulled her close
