It was late, likely around two in the morning by now. Dust grunts as he shoves the door of his shared apartment open, pushing himself in with a heavy sigh. Dust winces a bit, lifting his phalange from his already dust-stained ulna. He sighs, shaking his skull quietly before he tugs his hood up a bit more, trudging towards the couch. Dust doesn't bother closing the door, nor taking off his shoes- He just lays on his back. He lets out a heavy breath, muttering out a quiet string of incoherent curses. Dust had gotten in another fight with the monsters down the block, his sockets lidded and his eyelights dim as he waits for the pain to die down.