[ his chin rests a little heavy on the hand that lifts it. his head is heavy, he's tired. a forced sleep doesn't feel restful, tossing and turning with thoughts that make his stomach churn. it's a low blow, too easy a hit. he looks lu bixing in the eye and his brow seems to unknit just a bit more, though his eyes eventually wander somewhere over his shoulder, and slowly he shifts to try and straighten up again—
but he just sinks back again. summoning the will doesn't come to him in the moment. ]
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[ a frown. ]
You don't know that.
[ his chin rests a little heavy on the hand that lifts it. his head is heavy, he's tired. a forced sleep doesn't feel restful, tossing and turning with thoughts that make his stomach churn. it's a low blow, too easy a hit. he looks lu bixing in the eye and his brow seems to unknit just a bit more, though his eyes eventually wander somewhere over his shoulder, and slowly he shifts to try and straighten up again—
but he just sinks back again. summoning the will doesn't come to him in the moment. ]