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Every once in a while, very rarely though and much to his dislike, the blue coated sports elf wasn’t able to fall asleep in his usual schedule. To be honest, it never actually happened. His disciplined self couldn’t allow it. But here he was, laying in his bed. Way past 8.08 in the evening, his eyes wide open and focused on the ceiling of his airship. A soft sigh left his lips when his arms slipped out of the duvet, his skin seeking for the cold touch of the fabric. Sportacus rolled his eyes, slowly, observing his home. Of course he could simply get up and maybe do some sit ups, a few jumping jacks, whatever would help to exhaust him a little. However it was quite impossible to exhaust himself anymore than now. Not being able to sleep, this was his personal ‚kryptonite‘.
With a swift move, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed. „Water!“, he ordered with his arm strechted out and quickly an ice cold bottle of his beloved self imported water was shot into his hand. Maybe a few sips would help, he thought. So he tried but, it did not work after all. Even after waiting for a few seconds. Normally, this would do the trick. Another sigh came from the poor man. Not a even a sigh, more like a stressed moan. Then his body fell back onto the bed. Strong hands found their way to his forehead, gently rubbing it. It was a mistery to him. A glimpse to the clock, it was almost an hour past his regular bedtime. And the longer he kept his eyes on it the more it seemed like the ticker was mocking him. The time suddenly appeared to be moving slower and slower, making his suffering even worse. Sportacus rolled over, now lying on his chest. Not even the cosy embrace of his covers that he felt on his face was enough to put him to sleep.
The kids were probably asleep already, safe and sound, rolled up in their blankets and traveling in the world of dreams. So was the mayor and so was Ms Busybody. Dreams. Sportacus could only imagine what it was like. It must have been somewhat like thinking but more intense. He never had anything like that. Whenever he closed his eyes at night, there was nothing to it. A smile graced his face when he thought of his friends. Not too long and he would see them again. The elf wondered what they were going to be up to tomorrow. As always, he would participate in whatever they wanted to do. Even if he was only meant to take care of them. Not that anything would harm them. Or anyone.
The hero scoffed when a special someone came to his mind.
Robbie Rotten.
What was that man doing right now? Maybe his local self proclaimed enemy was asleep but, then again, why would he? It was dark and silent outside. Nobody was there. Peace and silence. Sportacus could imagine that Robbie was a night owl. Practically enjoying the time when nobody could disturb him while doing .. whatever someone like Robbie was doing at home. Probably eating unhealthy food. A grin was formed. All those times when he saw the taller guy eating cake and biscuits. Sometimes it was enough to only watch him eat all those things to make Sportacus‘ stomach turn. But Robbie was a grown man, not like the children of Lazytown.
Hence why it was too late to lecture him about what’s good and what’s bad for the human body.
Oh, he would lie if he said that their differences weren’t amusing him. Even though, in some fashion they were alike. Robbie simply wouldn’t admit it. If he ever noticed the similarities, that is. This guy was just as active as Sportacus. Sometimes the elf was surprised by all the work Rotten put into his plans to get rid off him. Although none of them were ever going to work.
Was he even aware of that?
Sportacus would stay as long as the children needed him. No matter how long that was. But once it happened, the elf would leave anyway.
He motioned to turn on his back, crossing his arms. His lips began to curl.
This was going to be the tragic part. Leaving this town and all of its residents. It’s not like he wasn’t used to it. That day would come again and again, no matter how much his heart was stuck to a place. As soon as the thought of it came, it was forced away like it didn’t exist. Nobody knew when it was time and Sportacus surely did not want to know anyway. Hence why he wanted to spend even more time with them. All of them. Even the local villain. For some reason, especially him. They never actually talked. Well, they did. Shallow conversations and stuff and obviously, that wasn’t something Robbie seemed to be any good at. Sportacus realized long ago that he had a lack of social skills. Maybe that’s why he got mad without any apparent reason. Robbie probably couldn’t even explain his problems.
Real problems, other than wanting to nap in silence.
Maybe, and Sportacus could be wrong in this, Robbie needed a friend. No matter how hard he was fighting against it, nobody could survive alone in this world. Not even someone so, and he kind of apologized to himself for thinking something like that, rotten like him. But what was the easiest way to get his attention in a positive way? Clearly not by doing what he always does, it was much easier making friends with kids anyway.
Friends.
The elf curled his lips once again at this word. Was that really what he wanted to be for Robbie, just a friend? A frown crept onto his face. What on earth was he thinking about!? He rolled his eyes on himself, sighing another time. There was no way he could let this happen. And he had no chance in this anyway, at least that was what he tried to tell himself. Not to forget that there was this little rule he made up: don’t ever feel more than necessary for anyone in the town you’re taking care of. Right now he could not keep this simple rule, though.
Until now he could at least pretend that there was nothing more than pure interest in Robbie Rotten.
“Oh boy,” he whispered before he reached out for his pillow, placing it on top of his head. And once the blanket was pulled over his body as well, Sportacus suddenly felt some sort of relief. No, it wasn’t relief …. it was …. was …….. Before he could finish making out what it felt like, the elf quickly sunk into the well-deserved sleep he was waiting for almost one and a half hours now.