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It was nearly 8 in the morning and the point man was still up to his nose in work. Arthur simply couldn't sleep, so he decided to pull out information on his new Mark. Long careful fingers typed away as tired eyes looked at the bright screen. Just how long he's been sitting here? For a good five to six hours? He chuckled to himself, hands reaching up to rub at his eyes for a moment. Maybe Cobb and the team were right. Arthur wished to sleep, but the insomnia has gotten the poor man into a death grip. Arthur did like to pull all-nighters just as much as the next workaholic, but for once he wished the man can sleep right now. Arthur grumbled a few words to himself, cursing for whatever or whomever created this insomnia.
What he'd do to switch with anyone right now...
Honestly, the young man was tired at this point. His eyes burned every time he blinked, posture changed from sitting up perfectly straight to slouching forward, and not to mentioned his fingers are starting to become achy from typing so much. "This is ridiculous." the point man chuckled, shaking his head before closing his eyes. For a few moments Arthur sat there, half-lidded eyes stared at the mocking bright screen in front of him. Suddenly, perhaps a miracle taking place right this very moment? Arthur could feel the faint hint of drowsiness finally hitting him, thus making him leaned forward; cheek coming face first on top of the keyboard. He could feel his eyelids become incredibly heavy, drowsiness coming full effect as those dark brown eyes closed finally; sleeping.
What he'd do to switch with anyone right now...
Honestly, the young man was tired at this point. His eyes burned every time he blinked, posture changed from sitting up perfectly straight to slouching forward, and not to mentioned his fingers are starting to become achy from typing so much. "This is ridiculous." the point man chuckled, shaking his head before closing his eyes. For a few moments Arthur sat there, half-lidded eyes stared at the mocking bright screen in front of him. Suddenly, perhaps a miracle taking place right this very moment? Arthur could feel the faint hint of drowsiness finally hitting him, thus making him leaned forward; cheek coming face first on top of the keyboard. He could feel his eyelids become incredibly heavy, drowsiness coming full effect as those dark brown eyes closed finally; sleeping.