[Serif shuts his eyesockets tightly and doesn't open them again until he hears his brother leave the room. He releases a shaky breath. When... was the last time talking to his brother had ended badly? He doesn't remember.
He's not sure if it's the sleep deprivation, all the ketchup he drank, or all the emotions he's feeling right now - or, more likely, all of the above - but he feels really sick. He honestly thought he couldn't possibly feel worse tonight, but his head is spinning and even though skeletons don't exactly have stomachs, he's still really nauseous. He figures at least half of that is pure guilt.
He's still so tired, but he doesn't want to know what will appear in his dreams if he tries to sleep now. As much as he just wants to lie down and never move again, that's just not going to keep him awake. Staying up here won't help. Going back to the lounge... that means there's a big risk of running into other people. Which was fine earlier, when the conversation helped keep him distracted.
Now he just feels empty and he's not sure if it's a good idea for other people to see him like that.
...
Serif just sits there, not moving, for at least twenty more minutes, before he finally forces himself to get up and use a shortcut to get to the roof. Maybe looking at the sky for a while will help.
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He's not sure if it's the sleep deprivation, all the ketchup he drank, or all the emotions he's feeling right now - or, more likely, all of the above - but he feels really sick. He honestly thought he couldn't possibly feel worse tonight, but his head is spinning and even though skeletons don't exactly have stomachs, he's still really nauseous. He figures at least half of that is pure guilt.
He's still so tired, but he doesn't want to know what will appear in his dreams if he tries to sleep now. As much as he just wants to lie down and never move again, that's just not going to keep him awake. Staying up here won't help. Going back to the lounge... that means there's a big risk of running into other people. Which was fine earlier, when the conversation helped keep him distracted.
Now he just feels empty and he's not sure if it's a good idea for other people to see him like that.
...
Serif just sits there, not moving, for at least twenty more minutes, before he finally forces himself to get up and use a shortcut to get to the roof. Maybe looking at the sky for a while will help.
(...It doesn't.) ]