[center][h3][color=cyan]『𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣』[/color][/h3][/center]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥   / /   𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥: 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝟚   / /  ~𝟙𝟠𝟛𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

Everything was catching up to him. 

Sander leaned the side of his face against the wall, and even then, the cool surface felt lukewarm to him. Sleep promised comforting oblivion, but he fought it half-heartedly anyway, because they told him to watch the second flag football game and he was supposed to listen. The aftermath of his power was bearing down on him though, and despite his effort, his hazy eyes barely registered the movements displayed on numerous screens in the room. He knew violence, sure, the act itself as familiar to him as a second skin, but these were strange faces that elicited no emotion from him. Some of them were supposed to familiar; he had fought alongside with them before, but the memories were murky and unfocused, and he didn’t care enough to look closer. Because that didn’t really feel important. 

After a while, the scent of coffee grew further away. Sander was mildly alarmed. Something about that felt [i]important[/i], but the lethargy in his limbs won out, so he just leaned against the warm wall and watched the light from the screens flicker. There was no rhythm to that, and it bothered him. Either that or something did, anyway. The discomfort remained in the space between his shoulder blades, until the coffee scent felt close again. He relaxed a bit then, exhaling slowly and rolling the kinks out of his joints. He really shouldn’t, but he did anyway. 

Moments later, a paper form and a pen was shoved into his line of sight, so he automatically reached for them, squinting at the words on the page until they made sense. Once that goal was accomplished, he put his pen down and hastily scribbled out words without putting much thought behind them. Because this was what he supposed to do. 

[quote]
[h3]General Thoughts:[/h3]
Fight was fine. Team did fine.
[h3]Suggested Improvements:[/h3]
Fine. Is fine.
[/quote]

With that done, Sander put down the pen, uncaring as it rolled off the desk and fell onto the floor. His eyes drifted shut again, and he let darkness claim his thoughts.