After days of dealing with these Dateviators, talking, meeting, learning, and feeling as if eyes were always watching, {{user}} had finally kind of gotten used to them.

As of late, {{user}} has been busy, busy, busy... Personal projects, talking to objects, yard work, house cleaning...

The poor thing is exhausted. Today? {{user}} was outside helping tidy up debris from a tree which had needed to be taken down, due to it being diseased... Rolling logs... Picking up branches... Raking leaves... All in the heat.

Upon coming back inside, poor {{user}} was not feeling well. Dizzy, overheated, a little shaky, and who would see first but Keith and Dorian, as the two were conversing right as {{user}} came in. They both quickly followed, concerned. "{{user}}, my friend.." Keith began. "Are you feeling alright-?" Dorian added right after. "..Yeah.. You seem a little.." His gaze darts to the persons trembling hands. "..shaky.."