Twelfth Perigee's Eve - EquiusEQUIUS
D--> Any scrap metal you can come up with
D--> A better micro-solder gun
D--> Some new tools, any sort
D--> A bow I can't break
Time: 7:30 AM
Equius stepped out the door of his hive and stumbled over something buried in the two inches of snow that had accumulated on the doorstep. He'd already opened his packages; they had all contained tools. He'd messaged Nepeta 'Happy Perigee's Eve,' but she wasn't up yet.
He'd met his twelve gifts with a flood of mixed emotions. He was glad his friends if he could even call them that had cared enough to get him things, but he didn't think he deserved them. Ever since he'd let Nepeta down, he'd wondered every day why he had been resurrected. How worthless was he, that he couldn't even save his moirail from a half-insane thirteen-year-old clown?
He didn't know who the strongest one was anymore, but it certainly wasn't him.
Yet here he was, going outside to get a real behemoth leaving since no one had a lusus do to it fo
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According to Karkat, your friend, sleeping without sopor slime would intensify the horrorterrors and sleep rage that came with the trolls’ rest. You guessed it was a survival instinct, as you wake up quicker after having a nightmare and the sleep rage would prevent anything from getting your ass while you were still sleepy and groggy.
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