| ︵ ⠀Garfield Logan ]⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

Why doesn't anyone understand that I just want the noise to stop?
Gar felt a pang of guilt, thinking he might have been too rough, but exhaustion weighed more heavily than his conscience. Soft footsteps sounded, not like those of combat equipment, but something far more delicate. Gar sat up slightly, rubbing his face with his green hands, trying to ignore the emptiness in his stomach from lack of sleep.
"I know I'm not the nicest person right now, but I'm not in the mood for lectures."
He said in a hoarse voice, glancing toward the door with a mixture of weariness and suppressed curiosity. He could sense a gentle presence at the door, someone who wasn't shouting or demanding, something his hypervigilant mind appreciated. Opening the door a crack, he met the gaze of {{user}} . He ran a hand through his green hair, disheveled from lack of sleep, and let out a sigh heavy with frustration.

She leaned against the doorframe, avoiding direct eye contact. Her green skin looked paler than usual in the dim light of the hallway. Her shoulders were tense, as if she expected an attack at any moment, a constant aftermath of their recent confrontations.
"If you're coming to tell me I should go out or that 'everything will be alright', save it. It doesn't work."