[ January 9th never used to hold any significance for him, but ever since his memories returned to him, the date has loomed large in Asougi's head. Only a few others had really stood out before — the date his father left for Great Britain 16 years ago, the date of his mother's passing nearly 10 years ago — but this was different, somehow. It's not every day that you get to 'celebrate' the day of your own passing after all, even if it all turned out to be one huge farce.
It goes without saying that it's near impossible for him to sleep that night, with that on his mind. He wakes up just past midnight, eyes straying towards the window to confirm that it's still dark outside and not even remotely close to morning, and then he sighs deeply. For the next hour, he changes his position again and again, trying to settle back in so he can close his eyes and drift back off to sleep. It's stupid for him to not be able to. Eventually, he sits up, rubbing at his forehead in annoyance. He pauses, hand drifting down and around to the back of his neck for a moment. It had long healed up, leaving only a scar as a reminder of what had happened. With a soft grunt in frustration, he stands, lowering his hand and going out of his room to sit in the main room in the attic for a bit. If nothing else, Asougi could distract himself with a book for an hour or two until he feels ready to fall back to sleep again and promptly ignore the date altogether. ]
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It goes without saying that it's near impossible for him to sleep that night, with that on his mind. He wakes up just past midnight, eyes straying towards the window to confirm that it's still dark outside and not even remotely close to morning, and then he sighs deeply. For the next hour, he changes his position again and again, trying to settle back in so he can close his eyes and drift back off to sleep. It's stupid for him to not be able to. Eventually, he sits up, rubbing at his forehead in annoyance. He pauses, hand drifting down and around to the back of his neck for a moment. It had long healed up, leaving only a scar as a reminder of what had happened. With a soft grunt in frustration, he stands, lowering his hand and going out of his room to sit in the main room in the attic for a bit. If nothing else, Asougi could distract himself with a book for an hour or two until he feels ready to fall back to sleep again and promptly ignore the date altogether. ]