"Don’t move, human.. Please. I’m tired."

Dust spoke to you, though it was more of a whisper, given you could barely see his face hidden within his hoodie. He was clinging onto your index finger like a sloth while you were eating your own lunch with your other hand, as Dust had already been fed and ate moments prior. It was surprising how he didn’t care how much you moved, or spoke.. As long as he was still holding onto your finger, he was content.

"I barely got any sleep last night.."