19 Moons- Hunt For The Stolen Child (3rd Night, Trail End)

--- Jon ---

“Come on Pix, you’ve got a pillow with your name on it.” He told the fairy in his backpack, knowing she’d fallen asleep somewhere on the return trip between the station and his apartment.

He could feel the little fairy shifting around in the backpack, but in the end she made little effort to actually get up and move to a more proper bed.

Sighing to himself, he slid his backpack off before gently picking the fairy up in his hands and placing her on one of his pillows.

With its more fragile contents removed, he proceeded to throw the backpack full of both his gear from the night as well as the money he’d… (requisitioned) from the Dealers’ warehouse into his closet, fully aware that he should go to greater lengths to hide the latter. But unfortunately, after the night he’d had, breaking into the warehouse and then later dropping evidence of the Dealers supply chain off at the station -while avoiding being caught on camera- he just wasn’t feeling up to the effort right now.

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Tired eyes drifted towards the sleeping fairy on his bed, and a part of him was tempted to just collapse in his bed right alongside her, but another was fully aware of the sweat he’d worked up from both walking all over the city as well as the various adrenaline rushes that came with sneaking through an area he most definitely was not supposed to be.

(At the very least I won’t have to worry about my morning workout.) He thought with a bitter chuckle, almost grateful for that fact given how he’d likely have just slept through said workout as late as it already was.

Checking his phone as he started undressing for his shower, he saw that it was already around three in the morning. (Meaning I’ve got four, maybe five hours before I’ve got to get up for school, and that’s if I don’t mind running the whole way there.)

Stepping into the shower, he could already feel the exhaustion that was going to be clinging to him throughout the day. (Probably because I already am that tired…)

Pushing through the day despite being exhausted was something he was more than used to after Blackwell. Especially since by those last few weeks, when the Beast had finally deemed him a ‘problem’, there’d been an incident with the corrupted nearly twice a night leaving him to push through each day of camp counseling with less than four hours of sleep each night.

(It’s nothing I can’t handle.) He (lied) to himself.