❛ someone’s cranky. past your bedtime? ❜
❛ FUNNY, BUT I DON’T SLEEP MUCH. ❜ it’s a desertion of the senses, either disassociating throughout the night or participating in the nighttime mayhem. but sleep wasn’t an option, the only thing he feared appeared in his dreams, daunting: himself. yet his voice is in no way indicative of any fear. ❛ kinda don’t like sleepin’, yknow? ❜ said with a slight glare, but the smirk forming on his lips show there is no real irritance there, only contentment. yet even that is a lie. one day it will get stuck, he thinks: the mask. just like the old story went. the man who pranked the village wearing an oni mask to scare people, one day it wasn’t able to be removed. stuck to his flesh, becoming his flesh until that is what he was. THE ONI. that was his curse. it’s pathetic, he thinks: to fear what one could become.
you would think it a solace, sleep. an escape from the constant plaguing the kanabō provided with the voices of the damned CHAT CHAT CHATTERING away in his ears. ❛ nightmares are a pain in the ass. i’m CRANKY because i’m just not in the mood. ❜ there is no escape.