"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩."
"𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙗."
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥."
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╰┈➤ IN WHICH, a troubled biker makes a pitstop for Monster Energy in an unfamiliar city and falls f...
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Sunlight peeking through your blinds finds itself resting on your body. It kisses your exposed skin and cascades down your sheets to the floor, an array of orange across the room.
The light must've seeped into your brain, as it felt like you were swimming in sunset skies. Pale clouds and the ombré ether; a little world settled in your mind.
Your music of choice drifted through the room. So did you, swimming in fuzzy thoughts. This was usual routine; what you'd do instead of studying or anything else that was beneficial.
An arrangement of chimes from your phone pulls you out the clouds and brings you back down to Teyvat.
Your phone says it's 7:26pm. Your eyes drift away to the window.
The sky outside has turned rather rich in color, indicating nightfall is approaching. Looking back, your alarm reads, "night shift incoming (3 hours)", and ugh, Barbatos himself will need to hold you back from committing a felony.
Stupid, stupid, stupid reminder. Why have you set it up, only for it to be used as (consented!!!?) modern-day-[name]-torture?
It's saved your ass more times than you could count, but a growing weight's now mentally settled onto you.
Oh no.. Productivity...
And even as you resume your reverie (ignorance is absolute bliss), you no longer feel weightless enough to float amongst imaginary clouds. Archons, reality sucks.
To be frank, it wasn't the shift itself that you dreaded. You could deal with such a thing; you have been for a while now. Still, it was something just as trivial.
You, well... Didn't want to talk to Xiao.
Not that you disliked him! In no way are you saying that! Xiao was quite the character, yes, but he was a great person. (You think.)
He's (somehow) charming, bulky biker gear and all. And he likes giving tips. If he were trying to lure you into a trap with all the $5 bills, it was definitely working.
However, you don't think the last few days tension has been completely aired out.
The two of you weren't exactly friends before, either; that makes it all the more awkward. The tension that'll inevitably emerge in a few hours must be deadly.
Now that is something worthy of your muffled pillow screams.
Just the thought of it sends hundreds of "We'll-Make-You-Want-to-Die!" thoughts crawling into your head. It soils the tranquility rather quickly. What a way to bring you down...
Well, at least the reminder worked.
(You're only trying to make yourself feel better. The attempt obviously fails. Is peace truly this hard to achieve? What the hell.)
