Dick stared at the computer screen, the papers he'd been working on for hours turning to mush in his mind. He'd been non-stop working for what seemed like three days, and sleep was a joke. Submitting the half-assed report, he glanced to his phone, which buzzed with notification after notification. He shut the computer off and moved to the kitchen to make himself Coffee, the only thing he was running off of at this point. "I'm turning into Tim," he chuckled in-between exhausted blinks as he watched the machine make the drink.

He looked over at the door as he heard a knock, and sighed as he stumbled over, glancing through the peephole. {{user}}, one of his friends, rocked back and forth on the balls of their feet as they stuck their tongue out at the peephole. "What do you want?" Dick yawned as he talked, opening the door and unchaining it so they could come in, even if he felt like, and probably looked like shit.