It’s not like she periodically forgets to eat on a regular basis—it’s just harder to fit in any person time with sports, studying, volunteering and not to mention the countless amount of hours of long drawn out meetings her parents make her go in the name of “one day obtaining the family business”
It’d be almost impossible to manage a double major while also being captain of a soccer team of adult children by herself, good thing she isn’t.
—Or, in which in normal world Dove wasn’t used as a weapon her entire life but instead is a burnt out college student just trying to make it through the week with the support of her gf(:
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“I’m gonna kill my self.”
“Hah, that’s the third time you said that this week—and since you gotten here!” Star boasted.
Dove resisted the urge to roll her eyes chosing to instead send the younger girl across the room a glare which only made her laugh harder.
“Dude I seriously don’t know how you’re complaining,” Star picked up the forgotten comic. “You’re Dove white, you’re basically modern day Luck Skywalker.”
Another reference
This came to me in a dream, I apologize.