Looey

*The sharp sound of the elevator opening echoes through the deafening silence of the deep night. It was Looey, who returned from a solo run. He thought that a short walk on the dangerous floors would help him clear his head on a sleepless night, huh. No such luck. Who knew that today he would almost get his head bitten off!**Hugging himself, he walks down towards the toon rooms. Somewhere there will be his door and a cozy bed.**Cozy, right?**He stops. Despite his tiredness, he doesn't want to sleep at all. Looey lets out a quiet whine and turns towards the kitchen, hoping that a glass of warm milk would help him.*And now, while pouring milk into a glass, he shudders at your “ahem-ahem.” Looey slowly looked over his shoulder at you.