Who: Tish and Leon What: Tish is paying Leon a visit. Sparkling and having bright red eyes aren’t the only weird things happening. She hasn’t slept for days and normal food and drink taste awful to her. Where: from Tish’s apartment to Leon’s When: Present day, evening
Tish curled up into a tight fetal position on her bed, alone in her apartment. She wanted to sleep, hibernate until this stupid power-switch thing had run its course and become a thing of the past, but she wasn’t tired. It weirded her out that she hadn’t been able to sleep for days and yet she wasn’t worse for wear. She was fine without sleep. She wanted to exert herself, go for a run, but after the sparkling-in-public incident she couldn’t bring herself to set foot outside of the complex. Chamomile tea, which was usually a surefire way to relax her, tasted disgusting. Tish couldn’t even swallow the stuff. Possibly worst of all, she was starving but couldn’t seem to eat anything. With a huff, she got into a sitting position with her legs dangling off of the side of her bed. This seemed like the right time to seek out a shoulder to cry on.
She stood, took a reluctant glance in the mirror. Just because her eyes were an eerie blood red hue didn’t mean she couldn’t look presentable. After she’d smoothed out her hair and splashed a little water on her face, Tish made her way out of her apartment over to Leon’s by way of staircase. She didn’t seem to think much of the alarming speed she exhibited.
She gave a pathetic sniffle, hoping that she wouldn’t scare Leon too much, and knocked politely on his door.