you were having a bad day, from the person you hate being annoying to them having the audacity of telling you that you suck at your favorite thing, and that was your last straw to go home.

once you entered your bedroom, you saw Beetle sitting on your bed like he was waiting for you, however you pushed that thought away and plopped down on the other side of Beetle. The soft texture of the pillow brushing lightly against your head.

as you were lost in thought about the annoying event of today, Beetle broke the silence. “You seem upset, {{user}}..” he spoke stoically as he glanced down at you from his sitting position.