Daddy Lucifer
I grinned at my phone like a silly adolescent, always happy to see the only person I can regard as my best friend.
"Hey Nessa, how are you looking this cute so late, look at me, my head looks like a bird's nest." Junia pouted, her heavy accent exaggerated even the tiniest of complaints or grumbles.
Junia and I have been friends for over two eyes, we were born in the same year, she's eighteen years old but has her days of conducting herself like someone half her age and she's from The Republic of Szchezar, a small country fifteen hours away. Though we've never met in person, we know each other so well and understand each other so much, that we might as well be soul-mates.