Ranboo's eyes are closed when Dirk returns to the room, body slumped against the beside table and some puppets that just happened to be piled there. They look absolutely pathetic, pale yet dark around their eyes, their wild hair half-flattened and yet wilder even than usual in places; at least their breathing is a touch more quiet now, slower and more even, breathing approaching that of sleep but not quite there just yet.
They want to sleep. If left alone for any longer, they certainly could fall asleep right there on the floor. The full-body and mind exhaustion eating away at their consciousness is more than heavy enough to outweigh any amount of pain or discomfort with their current position.
They don't visibly react when Dirk reenters the room, re-dresses the bed. They're so close to drifting off into the blissful void of sleep...
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Date: 2024-12-11 10:54 am (UTC)They want to sleep. If left alone for any longer, they certainly could fall asleep right there on the floor. The full-body and mind exhaustion eating away at their consciousness is more than heavy enough to outweigh any amount of pain or discomfort with their current position.
They don't visibly react when Dirk reenters the room, re-dresses the bed. They're so close to drifting off into the blissful void of sleep...