Owen had decided that studying would have been a better use of his time than sleeping - not like sleep was vital - and had spent the past few hours looking over different things his professors and SO had given him for his OPs training. The only downside? It was boring and he found himself unable to keep his eyes open. Opting for the cliche sleep is for the weak mantra, he had decided to get up and grab a coffee, to hopefully ward (ha) off any signs of sleep within his body. It was on his way back from his dorm that he’d heard the unmistakable sound of someone hitting something. Raising an eyebrow, he headed over in the direction of the sounds and was slightly surprised at what he found. He’d heard of this professor before but he’d never expected her to be working out at this time - or for anyone to be working out at this time.
“Hey.” he greeted. “I… uh… Are you supposed to be working out at this time?”
“Are you supposed to be holding onto that at this hour?” she retorted, an eyebrow quirked at the cup he was cradling in his hands. Either the Academy had been operating on sleep deprivation all along or those really were desperate times for everyone. “No, and no. Doesn’t matter anyway. Doing things I’m not supposed to do is what got me hired.”
