The ground was hard and the air crisp that night. Comfort was never going to be the first priority of fugitives, so all Cobra had to sleep on was a mat so thin he might as well have just been sleeping on the ground. Not that he was especially picky where he slept…unlike some of his teammates.
No matter where he was going to sleep, the fact still remained that it seemed like he would get no sleep that night. His mind was still buzzing with thoughts about the day.
The she-devil's plan was insane, obviously. There was no way under normal circumstances that he would even touch anything having to do with that with a ten-foot pole. Leave that stuff to the girls and their wild, unstable imaginations (and perhaps Richard if he was really feeling up to it). Not him...never him.
But...where would his absence leave Lucy exactly? He knew for a fact that the barmaid wouldn't let down her friend after basically promising her a job...but something about Mira's tone of voice made him feel uneasy about leaving her alone.
He'd never been able to ask about what he heard after Mira showed up. The conversation had shifted so much it would have been like asking about an ex after announcing your engagement...damnit that stupid demon's love talk was clearly tainting his metaphors. He signed and wondered if perhaps taking on the job would mean an excuse to ask about it again. But once he asked they might not be able to do the rest of the job as normal...which might not be an entirely bad thing if he thought about it like that...
Cobra's many trains of thought were interrupted by the sound of boots walking towards the tent. Macbeth's shift was over which meant he was coming to swap out now. Which meant even more alone time with his thoughts…Zeref, he was going to be exhausted in the morning. Maybe he would "accidentally" sleep in tomorrow…