[Is that a relief, or regrettable? They're not so sure- exhaustion sitting heavy on their SOUL, like a blanket. No matter what they do, they can never seem to tear it off, not entirely.]
[And yet, at the same time.] Frisk, Tim, Lup. They have miles to go, before they sleep. [They have responsibilities to attend to. A slow, drawn-out exhale escapes them before the child sits up, aiming a soft, upwards curve of their lips to their quiet companion.]
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[Is that a relief, or regrettable? They're not so sure- exhaustion sitting heavy on their SOUL, like a blanket. No matter what they do, they can never seem to tear it off, not entirely.]
[And yet, at the same time.]
Frisk, Tim, Lup. They have miles to go, before they sleep.
[They have responsibilities to attend to. A slow, drawn-out exhale escapes them before the child sits up, aiming a soft, upwards curve of their lips to their quiet companion.]
[It's almost perfect.]
Everyone else?