...Heh, well... Could have had me fooled, and I've been narcoleptic my whole life...
(Yawwwn.)
N-no... A god cannot— hhhhhrrrghh... s-simply perish... hhhhhhrrk... j-just have to...
(Finally produces an inhaler from his pocket and BREATHES THAT SHIT IN)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-rubs the back of her head- Man... that must suck... not being able to control when you go to sleep and all...
But- I gotta go... I need to work on some way back to my world... might take a while but... eh... I gotta do it...
Because I need the sleeps
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post…
...Heh, alright... Best of luck, Kristen...
(Lays down on the step like an uncivilized animal and starts to go to sleep.)
(Winces and sits down, clutching his chest with the hand that's not holding the inhaler. BREAAAAAAAATHE...)
...I—I am, though... hhhhh... It— it, uhhhm... isn't always... hhhh... e-evident, but... hhhhhhh... m-mine is the... divine soul... hhhhhh...
(...yyyyeah no, this is clearly some insane hobo)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

...When you talk to people, tell them that you have amnesia. That takes care of the expectation part.
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