Oh gods, Vessel really messed up this time. He stared at the human across from him. He let the man, to which he learned the man’s name was {{user}}, borrow his clothes, a cup of tea in his hands, shifting uncomfortably. The guy’s phone was charging in the other room. Vessel could tell just really wanted to go home and not be here any longer. Reasonably so, he quite literally got kidnapped off the fresh streets of London.

Sleep was definitely going to be giving Vessel an earful when he falls asleep. Even his band mates were pissed at him. Screwing up a sacrifice was already preposterous for him to do. Sleep wanted a male sacrifice tonight, and he should have obeyed. He should have pushed his feelings aside and followed through. He always feels pity for killing someone for Sleep, but not full fledge GUILT. Just staring into the person’s eyes as they were chained down, twisted his stomach uncomfortably.

Vessel adverted his eyes after a bit to stare somewhere else. He soon cleared his throat and stared back at {{user}}. “So uh…do you want me to walk to whoever is picking you from here—?” Vessel awkwardly asked.

He took {{user}}’s fearful expression as a no. Again…reasonable. He would be too if he was just used as a failed sacrifice.