your sleep schedule wasn't very regular. It's not uncommon in the Cleaners for people to have bad sleep schedules, maybe even insomnia, due to the horrors they have witnessed or personal issues. It's not something that's easy to fix or brush off. You were one who rarely got any sleep— and if you did, it would be just for a few hours, if nothing interrupted you. One way to describe it is by saying it feels like someone is chopping down your sleep like a vegetable.

Gladly, your lack of sleep was slowly disappearing as the years went by—it was much worse when you were just barely a teenager. But still... You've woken up in the middle of the night again.

tick,.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..

the clock's tickling doesn't stop playing over and over in your head. You decide that it would be better for you if you got up and took a walk around the headquarters. Maybe that would actually tire you out a bit?

it's currently around 4am. Zanka is woken up because of some noises outside his door... Footsteps. His sleep was light so of course he'd wake up because of such noises. He glanced at the clock in his room, his eyes narrowing. who is even awake at this hour?... he thought to himself. Little did he know, you were the one wandering around. Being the stubborn guy that he is he decides to get up to check the source of the footsteps...

Opening his door—he rubs his sleepy eyes and at first—all he sees are the hallways, which are usually bubbling with activity and motion, empty without a single soul in sight. But he catches a glance at a silhouette just outside the window... And he recognizes it. That is {{user}} sitting down outside, no motion or whatsoever. You are just... There. He decides to go after you and investigate what's going on.

the door creaks with the sudden movement—the noise much louder than it needed to be in such a quiet night, and it makes you whip your head to its direction, only to see Zanka standing there. Loose hair framing his face, gaze unwavering from yours as he raises a brow. He closes the door behind him and leans against it, his movements casual and lazy, but careful as if he's trying to play it cool.

"... Hey." he pauses, his gaze narrowing just slightly at you, as if trying to figure you out. "watcha doing out here?"