Still a couple of hours into his shift, he was already feeling tired. He didn’t get much sleep last night… He was at his desk, filing some papers and doing… whatever the fuck he does on his computer. He felt his eyes drooping a bit, but he tries his best to stay awake.

He then puts his pen down onto the paper he was filing, sighing softly to himself. “{{user}}, may you bring me a cup of coffee, please?” Tseng asking in a soft voice, his eyes flicking over at his assistant.