ᵈᶤᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᶤˢˢ ᵐᵉˀ ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

          ❝   woah !!   ❞

TRULY,  he  is  agasp !  how  WONDROUS  it  must  be  to  not  need  sleep   ( ignore  the  fact  that  he  doesn’t  NEED  to  sleep  either,  just  does ),  the  things  one  could  get  done  in  those  precious  hours  wasted  on  bedrest !!  the  game  shows  to  host,  the  people  to  interview,  the  investigations  to  conduct !!!  oh,  he’s  positively  beaming  at  the  notion.   ( the  smile  decorating  his  lips  manages  to  be  so  very  exaggerated  that  it’s  impossible  to  tell  whether  or  not  he’s  joking. )

          ❝   but  do  you  know  what  it’s  like ??    might   do                you  some  good,   would   you  like   to  give  it  a                try ??              OH   —   we   could   both   try !!                 would  you  like  to  sleep  with  me ???   ❞

…  even  moreso,  it’s  impossible  to  tell  whether  or  not  he  comprehends  the  implication  of  the  words  he’s  just  spoken.

truly it was impossible to comprehend the way his mind worked ( and this went for the both of them--- dark’s own being like an endless chasm with NO LIGHT in sight, but always busy --- he could only imagine wil’s ), so attempting to determine the man’s ‘thought to speech’ process would sooner prove futile than otherwise. that wasn’t to say that wil didn’t think before he spoke, but in circumstances like the one currently at hand, dark couldn’t help but think that wasn’t always the case.

head canting aside, brows knit together as his gaze remains LOCKED upon this oddity of a man before him. of course, the entity knows what wil meant ( or rather, assumed considering the topic of sleep ), but he couldn’t stop his mind from DRIFTING to the secondary meaning of the words spoken. he can only ponder the idea of whether or not wilford is AWARE of said implication.

❝ can’t say i’m familiar with what sleep is like --- having not done so before. i never found a reason to waste precious time laying IDLE for several hours.. ❞ voice calm as ever, there’s a quirk in his lips; corners upturning as a look of amusement overcomes his once stern expression.

perhaps he should be a bit angrier than he was towards the man’s snark. perhaps he expected nothing LESS than it ------ after all, this was wil. dark could admire his outspoken nature and his ability to speak his mind freely without FEAR of retaliation. he could respect that.