🟣purple -AvM-

–Ah, as if I have enough problems as it is.
That was Purple's first feeling. He walked across the room, slowly, lifting his legs with difficulty. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tried to create at least some kind of barrier between himself and the outside world. His face betrayed his frustration. His eyes, full of painful thoughts, roamed the walls, as if searching for answers in the uncomplicated interior of the room. Thoughts of business were spinning in his head.