COLD COLD MAN ;; narcolepsy spell

[purgatory]

[align=center][div style="width:55%;font-family:arial;font-size:8.5pt;text-align:justify;line-height:110%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:0.5px;letter-spacing:-0.5px;color:#5c5c5c"]Before Cronas knew it, they had taken a couple steps back as the others joined them, panic and concern following briskly after them. Why was everyone yelling? rather than yelling, getting so worked up? If they carry on this way, Captainpaw is surely going to wake up with a start and wonder why everyone was acting so hectic. After all, he was only sleeping. Their crewmates did know what sleeping is, right? Hell, Cronas is unable to do it but at least they know about it. It was nothing to be this concerned over. Maybe they were just concerned about him not drying off properly and getting sick? That made sense, they suppose. But they were acting very lively over something as small as the common cold. Though, should Captainpaw get sick, he would have to be quarantined immediately else the rest of them would catch it. Cronas would rather not think about the endless, troublesome possibilities that may ensue after. Maybe they were right to be worked up about this. As they were doing their best to understand the situation, the calico awoke thanks to whatever Jacob was doing. Tilting their head, observant eyes watched the other blankly as he moved towards his father. Noticing the seaweed wrapped around his paws, Cronas moved in to clear it from him as large ears listened as he spoke. They fell asleep? Here? There was too much to think about to fall asleep in the water. One of them being not drowning. Maybe the apprentice fainted from putting too much strain on his body? Cronas knew how hard it could be to stay upright when the tides are forcing their body back. "No," they started, tearing away the remaining seaweed. "Captainpaw isn't dead." They answered, looking at him. There was a moment of silence before they too looked at those around them. "Captainpaw isn't... dead?" They asked, wanting a second opinion. Who knows? Maybe he is dead. Maybe they're all dead. Maybe everything they've ever known is a lie and Cronas' journey for endless knowledge is pointless? Questions, questions.
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