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Days were long and definitely more difficult as the war waged on. If one could even call it a war. Grayson held no doubts that the Academy held better prepared troops, more numbers, but military strength didn't equal a won battle. Someone could have all the strength in the world, but if they couldn't coordinate it well it was a lost cause. It put that much more pressure on the young man.

With a heavy sigh he dropped down into a chair, running one hand through messy black hair. He barely registered the other person at the table, drawn into the schemes and plots that ran through his mind. Ugh. It was a pain trying to keep track of everything. Grayson finally gave his surroundings a look over, eyes settling on the other male at the table before drifting to the paper. What luck.

Grayson pulled one of the pieces of paper towards him, pulling the pencil out of Lowell's hand. "If you fall asleep like that you're going to regret it." Stated simply, one brow raising towards the other. Not so much a threat as a promise of backaches from the awkward position. His attention turned to the paper, sketching little shapes and figures. It didn't look to be making any sense, a large circle in the middle of the paper, various shapes and doodles around it.