`ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴀ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ, ♦ ᴋᴊɪ + ʟᴍ
Droplets were already falling from angry clouds in the distance as Jongin settled himself under the not-so-helpful shades of leaves and branches, his cloak not offering much comfort to the rough scratching of bark on his back. Legs straight out in front of him, he was faced towards the lake, perhaps 10, maybe 15 metres away from the murky waters, the reflections of grey clouds dirtying the visage of blue. Pebble in pocket, he let his thoughts drift along, akin to the way deceased and abandoned leaves floated across the water, or in a similar way as bugs flitted across the surface. He’d gone outside for peace and quiet, often finding even the library full of students bustling and shuffling around far, far too noisy. It didn’t take too long for tiredness to sink in and drag him into a lulled state of unconsciousness, unluckily for him, just a few minutes before rain edged its way over the lake, dousing the environment in a curtain of drizzle.
Know that the lake was usually empty during the colder seasons Lailani like to go there often to have a few moments of relaxation. As she approached the lake though she noticed a small figure sitting not to far from the water. Just when she was about to turn around and leave she noticed that the person was laying down, either asleep or dead. Hoping her first guess was right she walked over and slightly tapped his shoulder “You really shouldn’t be sleeping here…” She said trying to wake up the boy so hopefully he will leave.
Sleep was generally one of the main things that could encompass Jongin as a whole. The state could keep him unconscious for a while, for sure, but longer amounts of time were rather difficult for the Ravenclaw. Under insomnia's rule, he would rarely get the recommended 8 hours of sleep that students his age should have been getting, (even if that was also being more and more rare these days,) but Jongin had gotten used to accepting an average of 4 at a time. At first, he was victim to falling asleep in the middle of class, but then migrated towards the library in his free periods to snooze there, though oftentimes found it too noisy for his condition and ended up at the lake, finally content with the lack of disruption.
Today's usual nap was a little different, however. The tap to his shoulder was more than enough to startle the young man; his eyes flew open (before he was forced to squint -- natural light was far too bright for his poor eyes). He lifted a hand to rub at the inner corner of his eye, one brow raising at the girl stood before him, discontent with her words and completely disregarding the rain around them. "...What's wrong with sleeping out here?"