[ He'd earned the reputation of having an iron stomach, capable of digesting the most suspect of meals. Unfortunately, that talent seemed to only exist while Yi Sang's feet were firmly planted on solid land. With metaphorical tail tucked between his legs, the man was forced to retire early to his room, head spinning and only making it to the door thanks to the help of a fellow Sinner.
Based on the shuffling happening just outside his door, it must be well into the evening already. One by one, the Sinners retreat to their rooms for the night. Within the four walls of his own, it seems the worst of the Busboat's bobbing aboard the waves are mitigated. But the queasiness lingers, keeping sleep far from his reach.
Instead, Yi Sang sits on the edge of his bed pressing the heel of his hand against an eye. He'll have to draw up a solution for reducing his seasickness. Without one, he'll be utterly useless; their next destination appears to be that of a volatile lake.
Guilt gnaws at him. He can't be operating at half capacity, not when he's well aware that the others will be fighting tooth and nail against what dangers may come their way.
A firm knock interrupts those thoughts. He struggles to his feet, trudging towards the door. Yi Sang wipes some sweat from his brow, suddenly acutely aware of how heavy his body feels. This won't do at all, he thinks. Perhaps Miss Faust, the one who knows all outcomes, has some means to help control his seasickness. He'll have to consult with her tomorrow morning.
He pushes the door open just enough to see who's standing there. ]
Rodion. ...my company or my assistance, whichever you seek at this time, may be unsatisfactory.
[ Despite those words, he opens the door wide enough for her to step in. ]
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insomnia meme,
Based on the shuffling happening just outside his door, it must be well into the evening already. One by one, the Sinners retreat to their rooms for the night. Within the four walls of his own, it seems the worst of the Busboat's bobbing aboard the waves are mitigated. But the queasiness lingers, keeping sleep far from his reach.
Instead, Yi Sang sits on the edge of his bed pressing the heel of his hand against an eye. He'll have to draw up a solution for reducing his seasickness. Without one, he'll be utterly useless; their next destination appears to be that of a volatile lake.
Guilt gnaws at him. He can't be operating at half capacity, not when he's well aware that the others will be fighting tooth and nail against what dangers may come their way.
A firm knock interrupts those thoughts. He struggles to his feet, trudging towards the door. Yi Sang wipes some sweat from his brow, suddenly acutely aware of how heavy his body feels. This won't do at all, he thinks. Perhaps Miss Faust, the one who knows all outcomes, has some means to help control his seasickness. He'll have to consult with her tomorrow morning.
He pushes the door open just enough to see who's standing there. ]
Rodion. ...my company or my assistance, whichever you seek at this time, may be unsatisfactory.
[ Despite those words, he opens the door wide enough for her to step in. ]
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im back baby
wb my sweetest
scrapbook time... except the scrapbook is his wall
it's going to be a lovely wall of colors to decorate his room up