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    It was obvious that he wasn't doing well. His lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him, taking a toll on the usually hyper collie. He could be found laying on his bed, sprawled out with his eyes trained on the wall. His room was an utter disaster, things laying haphazardly all over the room. He had books in tall, unsafe piles around the room, and glass, blankets and several other miscellaneous items were sprawled across the floor. He didn't seem to mind his messy living quarters, however, as he seemed to exhausted to give a damn.


    tags (updated 9/9)


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase][size=11pt]Gilbert had been wondering what had been happening to Hemlock as of late. The younger male seemed tired and less exuberant than usual and this prompted the General to wonder if he was okay or if something was plaguing his mind. Gilbert himself was rather tired as well, as his nightmares didn't seem to be letting up any time soon. He had kept his sleeping problems to himself though, and it wasn't entirely noticeable that he was growing exhausted as every day went by. He was approaching a week of no sleep and he expected one of these days to just fall out and faint. Today wasn't going to be one of those days, however. He was more concerned about the well-being of Hemlock.


    The lupine could be seen limping towards the border collie's room, quiet huffs leaving him as he struggled to stay awake. He blinked his gold ocular, shifting it as he arrived at the door of the other. Lowering himself down, he would knock at the Corporal's door before he would open it and peer into his room. "A-Ah? Hemlock?" The 12 month old's room was a mess, even more of a mess than his own room. The General would slowly push his way in, unaware that Hemlock was laying sprawled out across the floor and staring up at the wall. He was looking at the messy room, noting that there were piles upon piles of books stacked onto each other and glass lying about ... what a hazard. However, as he turned his head, Gil found the boy on the floor. "Hem-chan!" He called out as he maneuvered his way closer to the other, placing himself right beside the canine. "Hey ... are you okay? What's wrong?" Dammit, of all things to happen ...
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    tags | 09/20/16

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    It took Hemlock a moment to respond, as he wasn't all the way aware that his friend was standing beside him. After a few moments of simply staring, the male turned his gold eyes to his friend without moving. Was he alright? Well, not entirely.


    Hem didn't want to worry Gil, however, so he pushed himself into a sitting position on his floor-bound mattress. He shoved what looked to be an empty lighter off of his bed, focusing on getting a space cleared for Gilbert to sit before he answered. "I'm alright. Just... tired, I guess." he mumbled, his words accompanied by a wide yawn. He snapped his jaws closed and flicked an ear before gazing at the older male. "Haven't been able to sleep in weeks..."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.5px;]Sera walked over, concern in her eyes. Ugh, must have been smoking again or something: he looked like shit. "You need sleep," she told him simply, not bothering to explain why. Hem looked like a zombie.
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