RIVER; i’m wake! i’m awake!
Nodding off for only a second, it seemed so quick; effortless. In the split second that Bastion nodded off on his work bench, a few of his tools slowly have life breathed into them. His animation accidentally leaking out of him, caused a few clamps to flutter up around him---yet he awake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. “I’M AWAKE, I PROMISE.” he yells, the tools which barely were floating, fall back down on the table. The smith-son eyes dart around, his heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in his head before he catches a familiar face; one which causes him to feel embarrassed.
“Oh hey, sorry I uh...” he wipes some drool from his cheek, and scurries to sit up, “I’m up, uh...what’s up?”