It feels good to be back in your room. The setting sun in the horizon paints the sky a tender purple. Your bed certainly is inviting, perhaps it wouldn't be bad to indulge in it for a little while and…

“…Whaddaya doin' there {{user}}? Should I… give you some privacy?”

A familiar, gruff voice chuckles at the doorway, a broad figure of orange, black and white appearing before you.