08-06-2018, 05:32 AM
[size=9pt]/ retro to capture !! so sorry this took so long [member=1627]HEARTEYES[/member]
Moon's pretty exhausted. Which is such a bland thing to think, but it passes through his head and he just kinda thinks, yeah. It's true. He's tired as fuck. Though his job requires a lot of work and effort, it's not only that. Sleepless nights are torture of a specific kind, and they lead into days that are less than enjoyable. Especially to work through.
So, today, there's no one to be seen to and he's relaxing. Yeah. Relaxing. The only problem is, he's never done this before; purposefully trying to take a break. So he sits atop a ledge in the Observatory, a large housecat, and stares into the crowds that flurry around him with an unwavering gaze, leg twitching to move but if he does, his head gets kinda' fuzzy and he thinks he might eventually pass out if he tries for a walk or some physical activity. But he feels dumb here. A useless mass of golden fur without purpose. He knows it's ridiculous to think of it like that, but he can't shake it. It sits on his back like an irritating monkey of productivity, and he lies on that ledge like a sleep-deprived lion of exhaustion. A horrific duo.
He waits. Maybe whoever sits up in the clouds will send him a distraction. Until then, he'll suffer.
Moon's pretty exhausted. Which is such a bland thing to think, but it passes through his head and he just kinda thinks, yeah. It's true. He's tired as fuck. Though his job requires a lot of work and effort, it's not only that. Sleepless nights are torture of a specific kind, and they lead into days that are less than enjoyable. Especially to work through.
So, today, there's no one to be seen to and he's relaxing. Yeah. Relaxing. The only problem is, he's never done this before; purposefully trying to take a break. So he sits atop a ledge in the Observatory, a large housecat, and stares into the crowds that flurry around him with an unwavering gaze, leg twitching to move but if he does, his head gets kinda' fuzzy and he thinks he might eventually pass out if he tries for a walk or some physical activity. But he feels dumb here. A useless mass of golden fur without purpose. He knows it's ridiculous to think of it like that, but he can't shake it. It sits on his back like an irritating monkey of productivity, and he lies on that ledge like a sleep-deprived lion of exhaustion. A horrific duo.
He waits. Maybe whoever sits up in the clouds will send him a distraction. Until then, he'll suffer.
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