[Blue weakly tries to shrug the hand off, and curls himself back up again tightly. Sleep? He sure did. He'd dropped like a rock once Guzma had deposited him in bed. He hadn't had some good, proper sleep in a while now, and he hadn't slept in a bed since.........]
[Well, home.]
[Then again, he was in a strange house, and the hospitality felt foreign, and the more he was thinking about it, the more uncomfortable it was.]
[Maybe just for a little while would be okay....] ...If I can... [He murmurs, head still splitting. His eyes are in a permanent squint.] Just. Just a little.
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Date: 2019-05-23 12:21 am (UTC)[Well, home.]
[Then again, he was in a strange house, and the hospitality felt foreign, and the more he was thinking about it, the more uncomfortable it was.]
[Maybe just for a little while would be okay....] ...If I can... [He murmurs, head still splitting. His eyes are in a permanent squint.] Just. Just a little.