[ The sun barely peeks through the curtains drawn at his window, yet he still feels exhausted from the daylight outside. The days are getting... more difficult for him. Getting out of bed is a hassle, trying to remain awake when night hasn't fallen around the world is a chore, and his thirst for blood flip-flops between being more intense than usual to barely there at all. It must be leading up to the full moon, he figures.
You know, if it weren't for the fact that he's pale as shit and feels exhausted from just sitting up in bed at times. It has him wonder. Standing there in the bathroom and looking down to the sink with lazy eyes. Wonder if it's really getting closer.
If it's finally going to be time soon.
Trevor sits outside Sypha's door in their place. Blanket wrapped around him. Draped over his shoulders and head. Legs stretched out with his head hung. Just waiting for Sypha. Whenever she might come across this bundle of blanket outside her door. ]
first week of the month;
You know, if it weren't for the fact that he's pale as shit and feels exhausted from just sitting up in bed at times. It has him wonder. Standing there in the bathroom and looking down to the sink with lazy eyes. Wonder if it's really getting closer.
If it's finally going to be time soon.
Trevor sits outside Sypha's door in their place. Blanket wrapped around him. Draped over his shoulders and head. Legs stretched out with his head hung. Just waiting for Sypha. Whenever she might come across this bundle of blanket outside her door. ]