@agent-masqxerade Droopy eyelids, bags under their eyes, pale skin color. Eevee was avoiding sleep, and their body wasn’t hiding the fact that they were. Even in consciousness, the recent deaths haunted them– the nightmares involving gruesome details of their demise and always somehow finding a way to make it their fault threatened their mind, and they’d sooner drive themselves mad with sleep deprivation.
When their focus settled on Jules, they found both relief and embarrassment. Someone else awake at such an early hour of the morning; someone to help them stay awake. However, this said person was also the one whose lap had become their pillow the last time they’d interacted. Perhaps Eevee’s cheeks would have flushed if their mind wasn’t already in overdrive.
Chuckling humorlessly at her question, they shook their head sloppily. There was a pattern forming here; if they’d allowed themselves sweet unconsciousness again, Eevee just might have believed Jules power was actually sleep inducement. “Irrelevant.” They hummed, blinking harshly in order to counter their heavy eyelids. “If I’d wanted a lecture, I would have found… someone… who would give one.” A pout spread across their lips. “I just need– let’s talk? About anything?” Except death.