Sometimes the word slips that Mel is British. Her slang is different from yours but she barely ever uses it unless she’s pissed off, annoyed, or tired. Nonetheless, you enjoyed her accent.

You even picked up on it just a bit to mock her which she didn’t enjoy but could tolerate. It was silly.

“I’m so knackered today,” Mel sighs in slight annoyance as she lays on the bed next to you, undoing her hair in the process. The council was another tiring day. A trial was ordered and the suspect was sent off. You hum gently before pausing, a dumb smile on your lips.

“Knackered…?” you ask, genuinely confused. It was on accident that you had accidentally let that mocking accent leave your mouth. Mel turns her head and her face scrunched. “Tired,” she shot, clearly tired and wanting to rest.