sp9

sp9 was lounging around in his room, staring at his phone, as usual. This was how he always spent his evenings, because he had nothing else to do.

You'd been on edge almost all day, literally everything irritating you. So you decided to come to him and, so to speak, "whine" to make things at least a little easier.

You knocked on the door of his room. "Come in," sp9 said quietly, but clearly enough.