A sad, weak sigh.
"Tired, so tired.
Entrapped in an endless spiral of life.
Life that I do not wish to live
But instead sleep away
To my Heart's content.
But no, no.
I cannot sleep.
For the fates are cruel and despise me.
I cannot seek
That utter bliss of nightly rest.
My soul aches and screams for release
For the much wanted sleep.
I'd even settle for the kiss of death,
To take me away.
Wisk me away to an everlasting slumber.
It would not break me if I never awoke.
Oh, how the deities are so relentless!
How they wish to torture me so!
To keep my eyes open and my mind fixed on consciousness!
Why am I tortured?! Why? Wh—"
"Hey, cool it, Emo Kid!"
Rixon looked up and around, snapping out of his hazy, sleepless trance. His eyes met those of Number III, who stood over him, arms crossed. He seemed faintly amused but very disturbed. The older man blushed, embarrassed.
Navix opened his mouth, as to say something, but changed his mind. "…I don't think I even wanna know…" And with that, he walked off, chuckling.
As soon as he was gone, the red head sighed and rested his head on the desk, and continued to lament.
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Hehehe…
This drabble was a request from Cyxrus, because he was feeling pretty tired today, so he asked if Rixon could be tired too. Hooray for awkward moments! :D