![]() “Well- nobody’s gonna– nobody’s gonna break your shins, dummy.” Zed’s face scrunched up as he thought, eyebrows raising in surprise, then furrowing together, concerned. But everything about this room is wrong, and I have an animal for a roommate who gets me in more trouble than I’ve ever been in in my life, and I want to quit the academy but I can’t bear to let everyone down– and to top it all off, tonight, I’m freezing cold and my shins feel like someone is going to come in and break them at any moment.” “Cause I– I could come with you if you wanna go for a jog or–” ![]() “You like, not tired or something?” Zed asked, sitting up straight in bed. Too loud, yawning through a full body stretch, he asked what was wrong, if it was morning already. Zed woke up, inevitably, a light sleeper despite his uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere. He was tossing and turning anyways, missing the slew of pillows he had at home, and his weighted blanket, and, secretly, his nightlight. ![]() He tried not to toss and turn they had pushed their beds together to take up less space, because Sweetchuck had put his electric bike in the room so he didn’t have to worry about its safety at night, which meant Zed had to put his motorcycle in the room too, even though with all the spikes on the thing, it was a beast that nearly protected itself. Sometimes his mind wouldn’t stop racing, sometimes his paranoia made him stare at the window all night, convinced every passing light outside was a robber coming to kill him, and sometimes his body just felt out of sorts. Sometimes, Sweetchuck didn’t sleep, even when Zed wasn’t in the mood for late night bongos, or the training schedule didn’t call for a midnight run. ![]()
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