TIGER ☆ 001

[fiveminutefail]

Who: fiveminutefail, selfmotivations & shushushuriken
Where: Near the Industrial District
Style: First
Status: Closed, Heroes only ♥

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[fiveminutefail]

But, Bunny...

[He might not have the energy to move, speak coherently or even think, but he seems to have enough to whine. He sighs, frustrated, since he knows that he won't be moving on his own. He wants to lay down, rest his head on something comfortable, relax his tense, exhausted and cramped muscles, feel the warmth of a blanket seep into his numb body.

He's completely at his partner's mercy, though. At his discretion. All he can do right now is keep his eyes open, retain even just a small shred of awareness.

He stubbornly attempts to shake his head, but it flops limply on his neck. He opens his now bloodshot eyes, and manages to lock them with Barnaby's. Were Kotetsu more in tune with his surroundings, he'd tease the blond for worrying.]

Just tired. Keep... getting m-more sleepy. [He's short of breath, and he pauses to regain and steady it.] Head hurts...

[He's having trouble focusing his eyes. They're hazy with repressed exhaustion. For a moment, he almost loses, and his eyes start to roll to the back of his head, but he blinks rapidly to correct them.

They begin to water, and he can't control it.]

Everything's blurry, 'n I s-see two of you...

[selfmotivations]

Come on. [He mutters it under his breath like a mantra, as if hoping to override the crippling drowsiness that claimed their young coworker and is now claiming his partner. He wonders about ways to keep him awake - food, a drink, coffee? But he doesn't want to leave him alone for that long, and he really doesn't think it'll help.

Leaning closer, he looks into Kotetsu's eyes. The lack of focus there is alarming, to say the least, but he keeps it from his voice. Mostly.] I assure you, there's only one of me.

[fiveminutefail]

[Normally, he'd keep his ailments to himself, as to avoid worrying others around him, but his normal brain to mouth filter has practically crumbled under the weight of the exhaustion that's threatening to overtake him.

He grins weakly, not as bright as he wants to, and tries his hand at chuckling. He fails spectacularly, as it sounds more like gasping for air than anything else, and only serves to drain his energy further.]

Yeah... [He pauses, and his eyes slide shut against his will, unable to keep them open any further.] Dunno what I'd do... with two of you.

[His voice trails off, but he manages to slide a hand off his knee to grasp onto one of Barnaby's, and he channels what's left of his focus into squeezing it.]

M'sorry...