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He covered his face with his arm again, blocking the sunlight from his eyes. It only took a few moments to fall back asleep.
He gave a nod. "That'd be best. I'm probably just going to go back to sleep," he said, his voice tired. He laid back down again, but checked his...
"Yeah. Be careful with those scouts out here. How long do you think it will take you?"
Francis jumped awake. Whenever he awoke it was always very sudden. "Huh? What- Oh. What are you doing?"
Francis slept in awkward and uncomfortable positions. This time, his face was buried in his elbow, and his hand was stuck under his head. He was...
(Yep! Old habits die hard, haha.)
He was quiet for a moment, in thought. "Goodnight." (Time skip?)
He continued watching the sky, eyebrows furrowed. After a bit he decided to give up and shut his eyes, trying for sleep.
He continued looking, a bit confused. "I still don't see anything?"
He searched for a moment. "No. I don't see anything."
"I guess you'll never find out." He smirked, then turned back so he was looking up.
He turned his head. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm laughing, can't you tell? Am I not laughing hard enough for you?" he questioned, moving his arm to rest at his side.
"Mhm. Yeah. I got it, thanks." His voice seemed monotone.
"I would rather not die. Appearing cool is in second." He chuckled quietly. His laugh was smooth, yet gravelly.
For a moment, he said nothing. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"I'm alright, I think. I haven't felt anything weird. So, nothing to worry about." He decided to lay back, his hands comfortably behind his head.
"I'd pay to see that. Could be used for blackmail. Are you alright?" he asked, leaning back.
"Nope. He just liked to explore in his sleep, I guess."
He shook his head. "Not snoring. Sleepwalking and talking. Got really annoying after awhile."
