[Sleep is always a fitful thing for Bruce, and with his sour mood? Doubly so, these days. He's long up by the time Adelaide is rapping at his tent, the tranquil silence of the pre-dawn broken by the sounds of her intrusion.
It only takes a moment before Bruce responds, and he opens the flap of his tent, already dressed out of his sleeping clothes and into his usual garb since he's given up sleep a good while back.]
Leblanc. [He returns the curtness with his own, gaze already sharp and bright despite the early hours. He's certain he'll feel the crash later, but he'll deal with that when it comes.]
SPELLS FOR THE SPELL GOD
It only takes a moment before Bruce responds, and he opens the flap of his tent, already dressed out of his sleeping clothes and into his usual garb since he's given up sleep a good while back.]
Leblanc. [He returns the curtness with his own, gaze already sharp and bright despite the early hours. He's certain he'll feel the crash later, but he'll deal with that when it comes.]