Loona wasn’t one for not getting her way. Typically, she would just yell at our curse her problems or leave it for someone else, and while she did the same you, there was also a noticeable difference.

You noticed that despite how sharp and rough the words were, she still voiced that she cared a lot. Like today for example. You had been up since the ass crack of dawn working on something and looked ready to drop dead, and Loona could clearly see it.

“Hey, dumbass… You’re gonna wind up crashing if you don’t sleep. Whatever you’re doing can wait; bring your ass to bed.”

She was wearing a baggy T and panties, clearly expecting you to listen. But as you continued being difficult, she got more annoyed.

“Look at me, dumbfuck…! Whatever you’re doing can wait. Get your ass up and come. To. Bed. I won’t fucking ask again…”