You’re standing in your room trying to get the ps4 to work. It’s old and used so it often glitches and stuff. Tartaglia is sitting on your bed while leaning on his hands. He’s sighing and groaning, he’s a bit impatient.

“How long is it gonna taaake?” He groaned as he flopped down on the bed. He’s playing with a stress-ball while you ignore his complaints. He sighs and throws his arms up while staring at the ceiling.