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Eight to ten. That was the shift Zeke had just gotten off of. Eight p.m. to ten a.m., fourteen hours. He should have been tired, and he was, but there was a certain lingering buzz of energy that made the possibility of sleep seem impossible. At least for now. Caffeine still riding heavy in his system. So instead of heading to bed the Mist had stopped at his room to change out of his scrubs, and was right back out the door again in a matter of minutes. Heading down the hall in a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans, pulling his jacket on as walked.

At 104 he stopped, knuckles rapping heavily against the wood as he shifted to rest his shoulder against the wall. He wasn't even sure if Ever was in, but over time the Lifer had managed to break him of his habit of texting first, and Zeke was more likely to simply show up now, and resort to technology only after ruling out if Ever was actually in or not.

Ever looked as tired as Zeke should have felt. He gave the blonde a long look, gaze taking in the bed head, the tired eyes, the familiar pajama pants, and he had to smile as he nodded, breath leaving in an amused huff. "Yeah, just waking up?" A needless question.

As the door opened he slipped past into the room. Hands coming up to smooth back through hair, down the back of his head, before finally coming to a rest laced behind his neck. Even if he didn't really feel tired, he probably looked it. Eyes a little red, shadows beneath them. He gave Ever's bed a long look before turning back to the blonde, green eyes dropping to linger on borrowed sleeping pants. "Hey, I used to have a pair of pants like that." It came out amused, maybe even a little pleased.

Ever and his bed were given another long, considering look. A tempting offer, very tempting. Enough so in fact that he moved those few steps closer to stand between Ever's pajama clad knees. "The second I lay down, I'll be out for the next six to eight hours." Dark fingers slid through messy curls, drawing them back away from Ever's face and holding them there as a curiously appreciative look crossed his features.

"I don't actually feel tired, yet." He should have been exhausted. "Little reluctant to sleep the whole day away."

Zeke, momentarily distracted, missed the that hint of hesitation. Pale eyes were on Ever's face, and after a second or two he smiled, letting his hair go. It was getting long. "Not sure. Ideally as long as possible, but I suspect eventually exhaustion will win out." He's lip gave a slight curl in annoyance. "No infirmary duty tonight." Meaning it would be in his best interest to fight off the over all ******** of his sleep schedule.

"How about a spar? You can kick my a** again." Brows lifted. If it had damaged his pride in anyway when Ever had beaten him the last time, it certainly didn't show.

If Ever wasn't up for it, he was going to have to figure out something, maybe attempt the Sun run again. He couldn't hold still too long, not if he wanted to stay awake.

The look up was met with an easy smile and raised brows, and when Ever grabbed for the front of his shirt to draw himself up, Zeke looped fingers around either wrist, offering support as he stepped back to give the other man room to stand. "Whatever you want." Offensive, defensive, it didn't matter to Zeke. So long as they did something.

He considered taking a seat on the bed to wait for Ever to change, but that would have been a mistake. Instead the Mist leaned his butt up against the desk, arms crossed loosely, and fought off the desire to yawn while Ever changed. Pale eyes following that lean body.

Zeke's lazy smile faded a little as Ever turned his back, and his hands came up once again to the back of his neck. Fingers lacing, and head tipping back into them. It was slow crawl back to the usual, but this, at least, was leaps and bounds better then things had been. Zeke would take slow, if the alternative was nothing at all.

He waited for Ever to get his boots laced, then straightened up, hands dropping back to his sides as he was gestured to lead the way. "Seems to me they're a little less forgiving if you're trying to solo it. Stronger s**t in the darts." His lips twitched, features annoyed, as he pulled open the door and reached for the handle on the main entrance.

It was that, or the techs were enjoying giving Zeke a hard time. Not an impossibility.

One shoulder rolled up in half a shrug. He'd been at the mercy of Paige, and that girl had been creative, leaving him in nothing but his boxers, marker all up and down his chest and back(not that he'd been aware of the later until the next day). "Marker washes off." This to the first comment, and the second, a grin was turned towards the blonde as they hit the edge of the field. "We could give it a shot." The grin widened. It was hard to say whether Zeke would take advantage of Ever unconscious, marker in hand. Likely the Mist wouldn't know until presented with the opportunity.

Hell, it wasn't anything a shower wouldn't fix.

On the trampled lawn of the training field Zeke pivoted on his heel, walking backwards, Lagertha flashing to life in either large hand as he put a little space between them. "Straight defense for you? "

The lack of usual bite was noted with a curious blink, but Ever didn't generally respond positively towards questions regarding his well being. For all the Mist knew the other man was simply trying to focus. So Zeke didn't ask. Instead he followed Ever's lead, focusing, meeting those raised brows with a similar look of his own. "If you get bored blocking, be my guest." He hadn't minded it the first time, he doubted he'd mind it much now. Ever knocking him on his a** had done nothing to shake his ego, and in fact, had lead to a very good time.

Fingers tightened on the leather grips on his axes, and Laggy was an eager buzz in his mind. Excited, despite their spar being more of a training exercise than an actual exchange of blows, as she'd have preferred.

Smile hitching up on tanned lips, he started forward, rushing in and delivering a heavy swipe of an ax across Ever's rib cage. It probably should have tugged at something, attacking Ever, but the Life had proved time and time again that he was a lot tougher than he appeared, resilient. He'd survived a one on one with a psychotic horsemen, Zeke would hardly be much of a challenge.

HP: 40
DMG: 4
CHG: 1/3