The bed creaks as he turns, the sheets rustling as he wakes. A yawn escapes, eyes blinking slowly in the dark, and his body tensing mid-stretch. Pushing up, his ears throb lightly, blood rushing forward; a migraine forming in protest. Looking to the side, his eyes squint, eyeing the clock as it strikes the midnight hour. He had fallen asleep hours ago, avoiding Murdoc and his party which, by the way the beat pounded against his door, was still ongoing.
He nabbed at his pills, swallowing the ungodly mixture with a slight grimace. He really should start bringing water with him, make it easier, but he keeps forgetting and really, at this point in his life, he's gotten used to it dry. 2D dresses slowly, tiredness slowly receding.
A walk, he decides, is a good idea.
The air in the building is hot, body heat mugging the place, the stench of sweat and alcohol and who knows what swirling. His nose twitches as he makes his way down the hall, foregoing the stairs leading down, and heads to the dark little alcove everyone seemed to ignore since moving in.
Padding feet moved closer, the moon streaming in light tendrils. A shift in the dark sounds softly. 2D freezes, a frown forming – he's not in the mood for a stranger right now.
"Loo', the par'ees dow'stairs. Why dun you go n'-,"
Bleary eyes meet, a whimper registering, and the creeping frustration 2D felt building vanishes.
Oh.
Oh.