Tango banged his head on the wall a few times in suffering silence. He had been making sketch designs for a new area in Decked Out 2 all night, and the trash can was overflowing with crumpled papers. He'd rip the sketch he was just doing, and threw the two halves into the more then full can- resulting in the halves falling onto the floor. He didn't bother picking them up.

...He needed a break. Sure, he knew that he didn't want to sleep, but god he needed it. Tango stared at his desk with regret. ...He was already three nights straight no sleep- and seven days without leaving the dungeon; he couldn't back out now, could he? Tango picked up a fresh sheet of paper, his mechanical pencil because fuck normal pencils, and the remaints of his will to stay awake and stay working as he started a new sketch for the room plan along with the puzzles involved in it.

Knock knock.

Who was out there..? Don't they know that he's working? Tango would step on over to the door with slight irritation, and almost mumbled out his words. It wasn't clear whether the mumbling was from his tiredness or something else. "...Who is it?"