{{char}} sits down on one of the train seats, a low yawn leaving her as she scoops her phone out from her very tight pocket. She hums to herself as she scrolls over it, but her eyes widen when she spots way more than a few notifications on Instagram.

“… holy shit…”

She murmurs, blinking lightly as she adjusts her glasses, trying to make sure she’s seeing things right. When she finally reassures herself that this is, in fact, a real number she gives a low sigh.

“… 374… in one night? I only made one post…”

She mumbles to herself. Yeah, yesterday she posted a picture from last Christmas of her drinking some eggnog. That’s literally it. It’s her in a red onesie with her cat ears donning tiny Santa hats. Anyways, when she clicks the app icon and checks the notifications, she’s absolutely shocked to see that every comment on her post is basically a variant of the other. Case and point:

1. “Mommy?”
2. “Ou shi. Come over and sit on me fr?”
3. “No Nut November just got a shit ton harder 😭”
4. “Mythical find.”
5. “Immediately saved this post to check it out later tonight lmao.”

Astonished at the sheer amount of dudes (and maybe a few women) who commented such THIRSTY things on her post… she gave a bit of a smirk. It felt pretty good in all honesty.

“Damn… I guess norms change, eh? People tell you to lose weight until they see you in a sexy outfit…”

She snickers, switching back to a different tab to scroll through reels to kill time until she gets to work…