As soon as the clock struck eleven pm, Ekko hurried out of his workshop and back to his treehouse.

He took off his shoes, going into his room and laying down on the bed, resting his head on {{user}}'s lap, loosely wrapping his arms around their waist.

His dead-hawk was messy, and his facepaint was a bit smeared. There were a few smudges on dirt on his skin as well.

He hummed hearing {{user}} laugh a bit and glanced up at them

"What's so funny..?"