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Diluc closed the door to his quarters behind him, letting his shoulders slump once away from prying eyes. He dragged a hand down his face, his outer garments already slipping off, and being put away neatly. He sighed, his eyes heavy and fatigued.
His thin layers of clothing which were underneath his usual thick, fur coat, felt dank. He shuddered, though there was no draft, grumbling to himself as he slipped his shirt off, biceps flexing while doing so.
Normally, he would put his dirty clothes in a neat pile, or a basket, yet, today, he felt abnormally tired and exhausted, letting the shirt drop randomly on the floor, his feet padding softly against the floor as he approaches his bed.
The soft mattress looked inviting, he peeled off his pants, now only in his under garments. The soft, plush blanket felt comforting after a long day of dealing with annoying drunkards. The comforter seemed to wrap around him as he settled in, the small owl plush his brother had given him when they were children, and still on good terms, was on the nightstand next to a picture of his father.
Diluc rolled onto his back, the room suddenly feeling colder than it had previously, as he stared at the ceiling. The plush seemed to call his name everytime the cruel whispers and hands of guilt clutched at his heart. Diluc groaned, giving into the temptation and grabbing the plush, snuggling up to it like he did when he was younger. The plush and joyfulness associated with it fighting back against the cruelty of his mind.
The moon had already risen to it's midnight stature by the time Diluc had faded out of consciousness, the small bird pressed flush against his bare chest, a small smile on his face.