towerofanimus | [open] // do what we must because we can

Characters: Waver and open
Setting: Floor 27, cafeteria, dorm floors
Format: Either
Summary: Tea, science, and sleep are Waver's priorities. In that order.
Warnings: None yet.

[floor 27]

[Waver had spent the majority of his time in the laboratory; being the leader of the group researching the clear collar fluid, he might have felt obligated even if it didn't fascinate him. Luckily (for some value of the word), he was a researcher that often became utterly absorbed in his work to the point of forgetting everything else. 'Minor' things like sleeping and eating, for example.]

[Though he hid it the best he could, if the ponytail-wearing magus looked exhausted that was likely no one's imagination. Today he was looking over his own hastily-written notes and narrowing his eyes at the container of fluid itself as though it had perhaps insulted his mother, thin cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air in front of him.]

[cafeteria]

[It was a remarkably simple thing, tea. Last time it was available, Waver had taken quite a bit of it to store in his trunk (along with a whole lot of alcohol.)]

[Then, glamour failure. If asked for one petty thing Waver would never forgive the administrators for, he would always answer with that.]

[Needless to say, he'd finally dragged himself away from his work long enough to enjoy the shift in provisions. Today in the cafeteria one could find a magus in a black and green suit sitting by himself, looking over near-incomprehensible notes with a cup of tea in his hand.]

[And if one happens upon him in the evening, it's likely he's minding his own business and leaving with a bottle of wine or two, liquid mercury maid trailing a step behind him.]

[dorm floors]

[Only at some ungodly hour did Waver finally give up for the night and leave the laboratory, Volumen Hydragyrum behind him carrying two bottles of wine. If he was willing to stop at all, it was likely he'd reached his physical limit or damn near to it. Sure enough, it had been several days since he slept a full night--or slept, period. As a result Waver was pale and walking just a little unsteadily, but at least he didn't seem ready to drop dead.]

[Drop into a coma when he got to his room, sure. But not drop dead.]

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[He peers closer at Waver's face and almost recoils at the man's dark eye circles.]

...Think it might be time for a break then?

What did I just say about hovering?

[He straightens up again.]

Fine, no hovering. But can we take a break.

[A pause.]

Uh...and "we" includes you, if you wanna know.

You can if you like. I'll be fine with Volumen Hydragyrum in the meantime.

...You sure? You've got eye circles.

[He points up to his own eyes, just to emphasize.]

I'm fine, thank you.

...You don't look it. What would you say if Diarmuid was here?

I wouldn't be able to get a word in because he'd be lecturing me. But considering you aren't him, I'd like to continue working, thanks.

Considering I'm his brother, I'd like for you to stop working for a few minutes so we won't both be getting a concerned lecture.

Looking at the amount I'm going to have to do and the narrow timeframe which I have to do it, I'd very much appreciate it if you backed off and let me set my own pace.

I'm your bodyguard. I'm supposed to ensure your safety. I'd say not letting you collapse from exhaustion is part of it.

Besides, nothing's getting done anyways.

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And that's why I'm not going to stop. Because if I just throw up my hands and give up for the night, nothing will get done. So would you kindly shove it and let me try to accomplish something?

[Someone's frustrated and Lancer may have struck a nerve.]

What, do you work better when you're bone tired and your eyes are fucking crossing?

[Lancer himself is getting a little frustrated.]

I work better without some idiot pestering me about my work habits! Considering I do this kind of shit for a living and do it pretty fucking well, why don't you take your unwanted opinions and leave me alone?!

I'm not pestering you! I'm strongly suggesting you take a quick nap! For your own good! It doesn't have to even be the entire night! Just sleep for an hour and then I wake you up!

And this is me politely declining your suggestion and telling you to quit offering advice I don't need!

[ladies, please. you're both pretty.]

Oh come on! If it was Diarmuid telling you to sleep, you'd sleep!

[GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!]

Is that supposed to convince me?

Well, just because I'm saying it doesn't make it any less right.

So...yeah?

And I'm saying 'I need to keep working on this.' Just because you don't agree doesn't mean I'm wrong.

You can keep working on this after a break. It's not that hard.

You're not my mother, quit acting like it.

Doesn't take a mother to tell an idiot to sleep when they need their sleep. Besides, we went over this. I'm your bodyguard. I need to keep you safe and killing yourself with exhaustion is not safe!

I'm not stupid enough to kill myself doing this, don't act like I am!

Oh? Well, everything you're saying and doing sure point the other fucking way!

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