"You're really pale and you look like shit, Tim. When was the last time you slept?"
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters - Still Accepting
“That depends what day is it now?” The younger bird asked slowly, lifting cerulean eyes from his computer to blink up at Jason, the heavy bags under his eyes doing little to help his case.
Lowering his gave back down to the desk he just chuckled, though the sound alone was the only indicator of his amusement, his sunken eyes were darker ringed than normal, his hairtugged into a small stubbed ponytail behind him with little care to his appearance. Without anyone to remind him of the basic human necessities, Tim was the image of a work ragged man.
“There was a major crime ring on the island, I have been tracking their lackies for days, and I finally located their central base. They are operating out of an old warehouse near the east side of the city. I have the place bugged but I’ve been waiting for intel we can use to trap them - I also have been tracing plates to past hit and runs and am coming up with quite a few matches. I think I have a solid enough image from hacking the traffic cams to get a face for you to go and question….” He started explaining, cutting himself off as a yawn left his throat he wasn’t quite able to stifle. “… Well you’ll see when I send it to you... Now I want to get started on his analysis so I will have to ask you to excuse me....”