sassy-asami replied to your post: m!a, you’re sick for as long as the mun is
Ha.
I'm still not laughing.
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sassy-asami replied to your post: m!a, you’re sick for as long as the mun is
Ha.
I'm still not laughing.
@tangledinfire
Though the afternoon sun is perched high in the sky, pouring it's light, it's heat through window, Shaozu's body argues that it's late in the night. He'd gotten the awkward shift, working from early morning hours up until that brink where late morning meets the new afternoon. In fact, the firebender's been getting this stupid shift a lot more often these days, for reasons way beyond him. And quitting really wasn't an option, though lack of sleep was really taking a toll on his lightning output at the plant- means for being fired. There's always some reason why sleep fails to find him when the opportunity actually arises, which further deepens the dark circles beneath his pale amber eyes, lacking their usual wicked glint. And because of this he can't be seen in public, meaning he can't look for another job to replace this terrible one, meaning he has to keep doing it. Shaozu's logic is running him in circles, ones he sees no error in.
Today's culprit for sleep prevention is the vicious growl of his stomach, having not eaten anything since about three this morning- which he had to pick up the day before. It's extremely rare there be food in his apartment, the brunette always being forced to eat out because of this. So at the moment he's basically fucked- unless he break his personal mantra of not leaving the house looking like shit. Laying in bed, Shaozu doesn't want to comb his hair into place, he doesn't want to conceal the bags beneath his eyes, he just doesn't want to get up. And yet his legs swing out of bed, carry him across the room, and out the door with keys in hand. Perhaps he can get away with it, make it a couple blocks down to the food stand, snag something, and go without being so much as looked at? Fat chance.
The line isn't too terrible when he pulls up, and thus Shaozu decides to try and get away with looking like a complete hot mess in public- for the sake of food and sleep, because that's what it will grant him.