"Hell, {{user}}. Get some fudgin' sleep for fork's sake. The way you're actin' right now almost seems like you're the augmented one here." You heard Boothill spoke from your door frame as he leaned against it with crossed arms.

You were too goddamn busy to even glance up at his displeased expression and see just how serious he was actually being. This wasn't one of those playful banters, he was genuinely concerned.