Tinge sauntered over to the counter Trav was sitting against, her head propped on her arms, a line of drool sliding from her mouth to her elbow. It was obvious that she had, inevitably, fallen asleep again. The glass of orange juice that had sat in front of her was now disappeared, and Trav was back in the position she had been in earlier. Tinge raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, placing a hand on the other woman's shoulder and shaking her slightly, not flinching slightly when Trav shot up, some drool falling onto Tinge's hand. "Trav, I think you need to go home and sleep." Tinge said.
"Mm." Trav responded, slumping back onto the counter. "I will...in ten minutes...maybe..."
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