[Kransha]

Toby yawned loudly and snorted again, sniffing indignantly at nothing as he slammed the dusty pages of the book shut, sending a fine-grained spray into his face. Irritated, he wiped the soot off with his cloth sleeve and let the book drop onto the table he was sitting at. He slid it to the other end of the table and swung his chair around nimbly, yawning again and stretching his arms out ceremoniously.

Without a second thought, he let his weary head fall limp on the table with his arm beneath it as a pillow. He couldn’t stay in a room, since he had no money, but he could still sleep. He whipped his other arm around and slid it under his head; he scratched his nose for a moment with his stubbly finger and sighed deeply. His frowning lips curled into a slumbering smile as his breathing slowed and his well fed stomach began to heave up and down rhythmically. He pulled up his large feet beneath him and his head lolled to one side as a gruff guttural noise began to well up in his throat, coming out moments later as a gurgling groan of comfort, rather unsettling to hear.

Soon his eyes drifted closed and an obnoxious noise resembling a snore began to come from him at varying intervals. He was near enough the crackling fire to absorb the rays of its gentle warmth as he slept, slowly descending into a muddled dream of veiled pleasantry and happiness.

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