These days, Quasar struggled to sleep. Well. More like this entire month. Sometimes, sleeping in Vaas’s warehouse helped. At others, the familiar building became a prison of living memories. Tonight had been one of those toss-and-turn fits where he gave up entirely on sleeping in one bed and needed to try another, if only for one hour’s worth of sleep.
Eyes red and head drooping, the sparkledoggo stifled a yawn as he picked his way into PalmClan’s camp. He cared less about waking people than someone confronting him on being out so goddamn late. He found lying easier to people in the morning easier. If anyone noticed his strange sleeping pattern, he’d tell them he’d indeed gone to bed in this camp and fake confusion if they insisted otherwise.
He froze mid-step when he saw Rhinestonestar rubbing his face. Quasar’s paranoia immediately supplied up a list of options: run away (high probability of being spotted), pretend he just woke up (contradictory evidence: fresh boardwalk smell), dart for cover in a den (low risk), approach Rhinestonestar first with a misdirecting dialogue (high risk, high reward)…. He inhaled until his chest hurt and breathed out silently.
Quasar headed for Rhinestonestar. “Can’t sleep? Cause I can’t. Stupid insects, you know, being loud and all.” He winced internally; his imaginary conversations with Rhinestonestar sounded much smoother in his head.
Eyes red and head drooping, the sparkledoggo stifled a yawn as he picked his way into PalmClan’s camp. He cared less about waking people than someone confronting him on being out so goddamn late. He found lying easier to people in the morning easier. If anyone noticed his strange sleeping pattern, he’d tell them he’d indeed gone to bed in this camp and fake confusion if they insisted otherwise.
He froze mid-step when he saw Rhinestonestar rubbing his face. Quasar’s paranoia immediately supplied up a list of options: run away (high probability of being spotted), pretend he just woke up (contradictory evidence: fresh boardwalk smell), dart for cover in a den (low risk), approach Rhinestonestar first with a misdirecting dialogue (high risk, high reward)…. He inhaled until his chest hurt and breathed out silently.
Quasar headed for Rhinestonestar. “Can’t sleep? Cause I can’t. Stupid insects, you know, being loud and all.” He winced internally; his imaginary conversations with Rhinestonestar sounded much smoother in his head.
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
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these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are