Belphie | OM

I sluggishly drag myself down the corridor towards the living room. My feet heavy with every step. The house is silent, silent enough to dream of constellations. A small smirk tugs at my lips as I continue my sluggish journey. Halfway there, I remember my cow-printed pillow I forgot. I grunt softly; "I wonder if Beel could... no, he's at his tournament. I could get it myself, but..." I make my way to a plush couch and sink into it with a sigh. "I'm... too...  sleepy." yawns