He'd had his restless nights, and this was just another of them. He'd seen so many memories, people's worst nightmares, and so many had seen one of his worst memories to boot. He wasn't sure how to feel short of rather numb and weary, but he had to wonder if it was a product of being out in the Dream Width. The TV world liked to suck out your energy, so maybe it was the same thing...
But his mind was wandering again. He shut off the iMog after staring at it for the umpteenth time today, having given up on apologizing for those who saw his memory and thanking the ones that pulled him out whenever he found himself trapped in elementary school with bloodied knuckles. Maybe he should talk to them in person? He'd feel more comfortable that way.
He'll do it tomorrow. He was tired. Kanji stood and stowed the iMog next to a sleeping Suzette, who was curled up in a hanging hand-woven basket filled with mog-sized pillows and a blanket. At the very least, she was a very sound sleeper. It meant he could have quiet evenings doing some cross-stitch or knitting, or when the mood took him even some drawing.
Kanji was just flipping to a blank page and reaching for his pencils when there was a knock on the door. Briefly he furrowed a brow, as he wagered he wasn't being loud enough to disturb anybody that'd ask him to keep it down, but... what was up?
"I'm still up. C'mon in." He rolled his shoulders to straighten up one of the sleeveless shirts he liked to sleep in. He had a guest, so why look sloppy?
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But his mind was wandering again. He shut off the iMog after staring at it for the umpteenth time today, having given up on apologizing for those who saw his memory and thanking the ones that pulled him out whenever he found himself trapped in elementary school with bloodied knuckles. Maybe he should talk to them in person? He'd feel more comfortable that way.
He'll do it tomorrow. He was tired. Kanji stood and stowed the iMog next to a sleeping Suzette, who was curled up in a hanging hand-woven basket filled with mog-sized pillows and a blanket. At the very least, she was a very sound sleeper. It meant he could have quiet evenings doing some cross-stitch or knitting, or when the mood took him even some drawing.
Kanji was just flipping to a blank page and reaching for his pencils when there was a knock on the door. Briefly he furrowed a brow, as he wagered he wasn't being loud enough to disturb anybody that'd ask him to keep it down, but... what was up?
"I'm still up. C'mon in." He rolled his shoulders to straighten up one of the sleeveless shirts he liked to sleep in. He had a guest, so why look sloppy?