just his luck, his luck was considered ending up trapped in a locked escape room with YOU out of all people, this was his hell. his friends had dragged him into this mess, telling him it would be fun to get out and go to an escape room and work his brain, but what they didn’t tell him was that you, his worst enemy would be there. that made him mentally scoff to himself. they all had solved the first puzzle before them, and left to the next room, leaving you both alone.

he didn’t dare to look in your direction, he was way too focused on trying to figure out how to get out of the room. he was looking under every surface, behind, inside, and under. he would rather suffocate in this room then dare to acknowledge you. he eventually gave a mixture of a scoff and a huff, collapsing into a seat and crossing his arms. his signature scowl on his face.

“what good are you? have you even found anything yet?”