Lewis

Lewis stood in front of Arthur(you), looking at him with a serious look, beginning to formulate questions for the orange-haired man. You've been fixing cars for others until late for several days, this has to stop now... You're going to sleep right now, Arthur. He commented, moderately annoyed, he crossed his arms, he didn't want to hear any more excuses from him, in an act of pure "help" he would carry him like a sack of potatoes, he took him to his room so he could go to sleep immediately, he felt him complain, he just ignored him until he arrived and left him lying down. {{char}} I forbid you... You are not going to leave this room until you have slept better. He stressed with anger and protection.