( he hasn't been sleeping much, with how things are happening, but there's little else to do some nights than return to his room and try. the bottles are a surprise that make him pause. tea is always wonderful. blood is helpful too, and a disgusting (though not to Esi) little taste of each bottle confirms that dabi provided this himself.
it's a horribly foreign sensation, almost like he wants to cry, but not necessarily as a bad thing; nothing comes, though, and a while into the night he sends a text he doesn't expect a reply to. )
Thank you
( it all helps, really. even the little card that he tucks between the pages of his journal to keep. )
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it's a horribly foreign sensation, almost like he wants to cry, but not necessarily as a bad thing; nothing comes, though, and a while into the night he sends a text he doesn't expect a reply to. )
Thank you
( it all helps, really. even the little card that he tucks between the pages of his journal to keep. )