Ugh.

There's hot weather, and then there's this. This is, like... sleepy hot weather. The sort of weather that makes you feel exhausted just existing in it. You're just sitting there and it's hot and gross and you're all drowsy and miserable and can't focus on anything and... yeah, ugh.

It doesn't help that Tim's sleep schedule often leaves... something to be desired. Or that his favorite drink is usually best hot (well, arguably. In his opinion it is). Or that he's the kind of guy who kind of likes schlumping around in a cozy hoodie sometimes? He's just not made for this sort of weather.

He's still trying to study, though. He's parked himself at one of the desks in the Manor's library, books and papers spread out in front of him, trying to focus. He's got stuff he has to get done! Reports to go over. Topics to research. Plans to be made. ...Also yeah he's trying to distract himself from the heat. Totally this is mostly that, yeah. Except it's not really working, because it's hard to focus in heat like this, and now he's feeling drowsy. Again.

He shakes his head, grumbling to himself and rubbing his eyes as he flips a page of the book he's been looking at. After a moment, he huffs, and reaches for his coffee mug. A big gulp - it's warm but at least it's not hot anymore (but he kinda wishes it was?) - and then he sets it down again with a sigh. And then he groans, and flumphs forward to drape across the desk.

"Ugh it's too hot. I can't even concentrate on anything."