Mental exhaustion used to be Blue's worst enemy, now it's physical. He's exerted himself enough into his own work, but he can't stop. He's being dragged in, slowly, painfully. His limbs feel weak, he can barely stand on his own.

Eyebrows furrowed, hands gripping his work desk, sweat dripping down his face onto his beautiful creation. He was so exhausted, yet... why didn't he feel like it? His body, about to fall apart, yet he didn't pay any attention to it. He only continues to praise himself for his work.

His heart burns with passion, his eyes are wide with joy as he continues leaning closer towards the little thing on his desk, wanting... no, needing to observe and remember it in all of its beauty before it vanishes once more.

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