[today might be the one day sizhui curses his heavily ingrained sleep schedule while in horrortown. he had wanted to stay awake and receive whatever gift the technicians were actually going to grant him, but a little after ten or so, he hadn't managed to keep his eyes open.
if he had, perhaps he would've been more acutely aware something was off at some particular time during the night. (this morning? whichever it is—) he sleeps on nonetheless, so lost in dream-state, there isn't even a flinch toward the calling of his name and barely any movement from the door closing. he buries deeper into his blankets, sighing in contentment, mouth curved in the faintest smile— until there are hands shaking him awake. rousing with a soft ‘mmn,’ the boy rises off the pillows, sits straight up, turns his half-lidded gaze toward wei wuxian then lets his head tilt sideways.]
...Xian-gege? [his voice is thick, sleep-addled on top of extra grogginess from being woken, but he clears his throat, spares a glance around them, licks his lips before reaching to brush some mussed hair aside. (don't be drooling, don't be drooling!)] You're sure up early... [the man looks pleased rather than distressed, yet problems are the first thoughts his mind always leaps to given their location.] Is— is something the matter?
this man is three years old
if he had, perhaps he would've been more acutely aware something was off at some particular time during the night. (this morning? whichever it is—) he sleeps on nonetheless, so lost in dream-state, there isn't even a flinch toward the calling of his name and barely any movement from the door closing. he buries deeper into his blankets, sighing in contentment, mouth curved in the faintest smile— until there are hands shaking him awake. rousing with a soft ‘mmn,’ the boy rises off the pillows, sits straight up, turns his half-lidded gaze toward wei wuxian then lets his head tilt sideways.]
...Xian-gege? [his voice is thick, sleep-addled on top of extra grogginess from being woken, but he clears his throat, spares a glance around them, licks his lips before reaching to brush some mussed hair aside. (don't be drooling, don't be drooling!)] You're sure up early... [the man looks pleased rather than distressed, yet problems are the first thoughts his mind always leaps to given their location.] Is— is something the matter?