As hard as she's trying to sleep, closing her eyes is nearly impossible. Not because she's outside, exposed to the elements, and laying on the ground-- the content of the dream is still clinging to her back and showing up over every thought and prayer she has about just falling asleep and not thinking about it anymore. Her mind won't let it go, it's too fresh.
But she hears Joker start to move in his tent, grumbling about moths, and coming towards the entrance. Doll raises her head in a panic, trying to wipe her face dry and only succeeding in smearing dirt over her cheek. No-- she has to get up and leave before Joker sees her, she's wasting time trying to look presentable! But... so what if he sees her sleeping on the ground next to his tent? She's allowed to do what she likes, isn't she? Well. Maybe right next to his tent isn't such a coincidence, though.
...Yes she should move.
After that lengthy internal battle, Doll drags her legs under her and tucks her hands under her arms again for warmth and shuffles around to the other side of the tent, hiding.
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But she hears Joker start to move in his tent, grumbling about moths, and coming towards the entrance. Doll raises her head in a panic, trying to wipe her face dry and only succeeding in smearing dirt over her cheek. No-- she has to get up and leave before Joker sees her, she's wasting time trying to look presentable! But... so what if he sees her sleeping on the ground next to his tent? She's allowed to do what she likes, isn't she? Well. Maybe right next to his tent isn't such a coincidence, though.
...Yes she should move.
After that lengthy internal battle, Doll drags her legs under her and tucks her hands under her arms again for warmth and shuffles around to the other side of the tent, hiding.