[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

126: The Chucklefucks and Their Shenanigans

A/N: Reminder that future ENGLISH thoughts/dialogue will be underlined! Meanwhile Japanese will now be "normal"!

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You have your head in your hands, in fucking shambles. Jamil isn't very impressed with how quickly you're giving up this time, but he says nothing. After all, it wasn't his education in jeopardy. He's a little proud that you're learning fast, it helps a lot you speak the common language very well already.

It's been an hour since you two started, 6 pm at the kitchen table of your dorm. Your other dormmates were upstairs, not wanting to bother you but also Jamil was just that unpleasant to be around.

"What don't you understand? Tell me, and I'll explain it to you," Jamil tries again.

You shake your head, "No, it's not that. I'm just tired, dude."

"You're always tired." Jamil comments, "Exams can't be that stressful, can they?"

You shake your head again. You don't even bother explaining shit to him, not that you would if you had the energy. It's not just exams, everything has just been way too much way too fast. The fact you're holding on at all is amazing even to you.

But how long can you keep this up? What is your breaking point going to look like?

Jamil sighs through his nose, closing the binder containing his personal notes. It's not like he finds enjoyment from your clear misery, so there's no point in continuing this. Recklessness aside, you're an intelligent person, enough that Jamil recognizes you for it and holds you in slightly higher regard than most.

That being said, this is the 3rd study session between you two where you're giving in to your stress and giving up. Maybe there's something he can do to lift your spirits so you're not wasting time.

Jamil taps the table to get your attention. When you look at him, he almost flinches but holds back that reaction. You legitimately look so tired, body and soul. Eyebrows furrowed, the beginning signs of dark bags under your eyes, you almost seem a little paler than usual.

"You look like shit," Jamil tells you bluntly, unable to help the furrow of his own brows, "How 'bout we just call it a day and you take some time to rest. You really need it."

You chuckle, "I look that bad, huh?"

"You misunderstand me. I'm just saying that you're clearly overworking yourself." Jamil crosses his arms, "Until exams are over, I don't mind holding off these study sessions."

You look down at your lap, "I don't want to give up so easily."

"You're taking on more than you can handle, putting down one thing won't hurt."

"Maybe..." You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Sleeping in early does sound good..."

"Yeah, seems like it. Did you have a rough night last night?"

Uh, yeah. You did.

You, Crewel, Pyro, and Kaiko are still taking on Ghost Hunts in private, and no one can know about it otherwise you'd get in huge trouble. The other problem that came with that, is when you saw Crewel almost die yesterday, you have to keep that shit to yourself.