"Perhaps...," Thomas' voice trailed off, his eyes distant and empty. His breathing grew louder, echoing throughout the silent library. His body slouched, and his head began tilting towards the right, gently, gently, gently.
And Thomas was falling asleep, heavy eyelids fighting a losing battle.
A snort, loud and rude, errupted from the drowsy, sickly, human, his body shaking from the start.
Thomas glared, startled, paused from confusion.
His tired mind recollecting his thoughts, "Books?" he repeated, turning his gaze from the undead to the ancient bookshelves. As quickly as he could managed, he grabbed two books detailing a basic animation, and a small gadgeterring guide, much like the one he had taken from the library weeks, earlier.
"Tomorrow," he mumbled, his voice cracked and tone grogy, "Come to Lab 15," he said, shoving the books into his companion, and turning away, dragging his feet as he pushed on towards the exit.
"Tomorrow," he repeated, moaning.
And Thomas was falling asleep, heavy eyelids fighting a losing battle.
A snort, loud and rude, errupted from the drowsy, sickly, human, his body shaking from the start.
Thomas glared, startled, paused from confusion.
His tired mind recollecting his thoughts, "Books?" he repeated, turning his gaze from the undead to the ancient bookshelves. As quickly as he could managed, he grabbed two books detailing a basic animation, and a small gadgeterring guide, much like the one he had taken from the library weeks, earlier.
"Tomorrow," he mumbled, his voice cracked and tone grogy, "Come to Lab 15," he said, shoving the books into his companion, and turning away, dragging his feet as he pushed on towards the exit.
"Tomorrow," he repeated, moaning.