Post by Michael Miller on Nov 24, 2016 3:32:53 GMT
[/div][/blockquote]It was not new for Michael but perhaps he partied a little too much last night. Normally, he found a way to get back to school and go to class without showing it too much. At least in his opinion, he could walk around the school without screaming too loud that he had a hangover. In those times, he thanked his power, one of the very, very few advantages of it. He could transfer it to anyone he passed around. Only this time, he did not. He didn’t feel that much of a headache so he saw no point in it. He was a bit wobbly on his feet though, dragging them around. This was more fatigue than nausea however.
He certainly needed to find some time to recuperate those lost hours of sleep. And he found quite the way to do so. He didn’t think he’d fall asleep. He just didn’t feel that hungry after getting the food and sitting down. He pushed the barely touched plate away and rested his arms on the table to use them as a pillow. Wouldn’t it be great, to rest just a little? He didn’t think he’d fall asleep. The cafeteria was as noisy as ever. No one could fall asleep in that. No one, except one very tired young man.
Michael just wanted to shut his eyes down for a bit. It was what he convinced himself he would do. Ten minutes, then he’d be up for the rest of the day. He already survived one part of it, he could make it through the end. Then, he’d be able to sleep. For real. In a comfortable bed. A smile came to his lips as he thought it would be nice to also have a guy in that bed with him. It was with that smile that Michael fell asleep. He was unaware of people walking around, talking, even sitting not too far from him, certainly more to eat than sleep like he was. But Michael cut short to that. To get more comfortable, Michael shifted, moving his hand. A hand that ended up in someone’s food. This woke him up. It took him a moment to gather his mind, blinking in the process. It was how he recognized what was on his hand. And saw the person sitting next to him. “Ah yeah. Sorry about that. Want mine?” he said, not sounding apologetic at all. But he did offer his plate.