It wasn't like him to be outside his lab, but being without much sleep for weeks working almost nonstop on his inventions was starting to wear him down to his limit. Vainglory yawned, shoving his goggles off his face to rest on his head instead. He had noticeable dark circles under his eyes and some scruff left on his face from not shaving every day like he usually did.
He shoved one hand in the pocket of his labcoat and took a look at his wrist-watch that sad on a wire and gear clad gauntlet. 8:15PM. It was late, and he still didn't find any relief from the stresses of work. He really just wanted to forget it all and collapse into slumber but his mind wouldn't shut off. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sat on a park bench exhausted. He reached for one of the vials on his belt and popped the cork off the top. This would just keep me awake... a shame for the addictive properties... his grumbled and tossed the vial on the ground in anger, hearing the shatter on the glass against pavement.
Not tonight, he needed sleep before madness took him over. It was close to his breaking point, and he could feel the first onset of sleep deprivation. Irritability, tiredness, slight memory loss... it would get worse. If only he could find something to get his mind off work.