| That Tired Body |

| He was tired. So, so tired. He pulled off his uniform and didn't even bother putting on his night clothes, only a loose, white tank top and a pair of sweatpants. He threw himself onto his bed and raised his arm above his face, staring up at it. Lines of skin where the fur never grew back, scars, covered his whole body. He sighed and rolled over, closing his eyes. 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. |

| I do not own Octonauts! |