#king vc: its okay ace. i will take away all your worries

[magnatis]

@seiriel​ said: “My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

It was just one of those nights that he couldn’t get sleep... again. It’s not like he wasn’t worrying about anything or his mind had thoughts that needed answers. King just couldn’t force himself to sleep like majority of the time after all of his tasks were done. It’s a good thing he has a room all to himself, nobody to question him on why he’s dissembling and cleaning parts of his guns at this late hour.

The silence is nice at first until there’s a knock upon his door. Who would that be at this time of night? If he remembers correctly, everyone had a schedule to be in their rooms at a certain time period. Nobody can roam too freely on the school grounds unless you’re with an instructor.

“Come in,” he calls out, putting his gun back together piece by piece and checking to make sure he cleaned it just enough.

Hearing the door open and closed, quiet foot steps going across the carpet, King looks up to see a familiar blond.  “Can’t sleep?” he asked, raising a brow. Ace wasn’t the type to come by his room unless there was a problem. He wonders on what problem it could be this time.

“ -- My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

Something definitely is wrong if Ace is speaking like... that and not his usual self. A sigh comes out of him, scooting over towards the side closer to his nightstand, he pats the empty space beside him, urging Ace to come sit down instead of just standing there with a look that King couldn’t even recognize. “Sit down. Take a deep breath. Talk to me when you’re ready.” He sets one of his guns on the nightstand, picking up the other one that laid on the bed and began dissembling it. What could have caused Ace to be like this? He hopes that it’s nothing too bad.