[Hi there, Plane. Chivy's been having a rough couple of days which isn't entirely his fault and the town he's in doesn't take kindly to people sleeping on park benches, so he's decided to catch a few z's on the Plane. He's curled up around his knapsack, and he didn't even bother getting out the blanket he keeps with him for the purpose (or taking off his spiffy new gloves*).
Unfortunately, as is the way when you're exhausted, he's having some trouble falling asleep.]
Jus' a little while, won't even notice. 'n then I can find a... mm. Yeah. [He pushes at the bag so that it's less pointy and more lump and tries to find a more comfortable position.]
((* - Chivy's gotten himself a pair of cold-infused gloves which are strikingly similar to Sefton's cold-infused shoes. They're black, fingerless, cold-to-the-touch, and have little blue stripy bits on them.
He's not supposed to be wearing them as often as he is, since they're rather draining, energy-wise, but... good luck telling him that.))
Unfortunately, as is the way when you're exhausted, he's having some trouble falling asleep.]
Jus' a little while, won't even notice. 'n then I can find a... mm. Yeah. [He pushes at the bag so that it's less pointy and more lump and tries to find a more comfortable position.]
((* - Chivy's gotten himself a pair of cold-infused gloves which are strikingly similar to Sefton's cold-infused shoes. They're black, fingerless, cold-to-the-touch, and have little blue stripy bits on them.
He's not supposed to be wearing them as often as he is, since they're rather draining, energy-wise, but... good luck telling him that.))
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