#sleepytime!!

“Mhmm, yeah thanks for the advice, kid. Not like I haven’t tried.” Since waking up from the rock slide many years ago in his homecaves, the bot’s inner clock had always been, for lack of a better term, completely fucked up. Not quite insomnia, but he did have a form of narcolepsy that led the man to fall unconscious at the worst of times. He’d beg the Elven overlords for the same right now, but was obviously being punished for something he didn’t know he did.

Rubbing his eyes, Inguk sighed. A large puff of steam escaped his lips and he sat next to the witch student. “Guess we’re in the same boat. I get it.” Easier for him to simply give instruction than make humble, happy suggestions. But when you can’t sleep you can’t sleep. Thanks to the way he was built, he didn’t look exhausted the way she did, but the normally bronze tone of his eyes turned copper and the whirring of his inner pistons were quiet. He reached over to one of her books and closed it.

“... want to make jewelry with me till one of us conks out? I can make an excuse you were helping me with my classes

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The moment 'kid' fell from his lips the stubborn look on her face temporarily dropped as she snorted softly. He was the only teacher she could think of that called her that without it feeling demeaning or rude to her quite long life span. She had been prepared for an argument on why sleep was for the weak and her father had not raised a quitter, but it never came. Instead Inguk had sighed sounfing almost as tired as she felt lately and sat down.

Green eyes watched him for a moment when he offered up a new suggestion and stifling a yawn she nodded. She had been at the books for hours, a break couldn't hurt and an actual excuse to not have to go to class was extremely tempting for the witch.

Shoving a pile of books away she nodded again stretching as she stood.