Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170821223247

Michirama had managed to stay up for two night since the last encounter with the enigmatic figure of Death. The encounter had left Michirama shaken and afraid of falling asleep. It had taken a lot of courage to tell his dad about the dream but of course, that didn't go well, he was forced to endure an hour-long heated lecture about how much of a demon he actually was. Now on the third night since his last sleep, he sat on his bed staring at the wall from across the room. Soon enough the whispers of sleep crept in on him, lulling his head down to his pillow. He was too tired to feel fear now and as soon as his head hit his pillow he was gone. His young body could only stay awake for so long and now it had reached its limit, he was at the mercy of his subconscious. 