Dan would walk in with a light groan, slamming the door to his apartment behind him. After raging and taking a quick detour to wreak havoc on someone for stepping on his sandwich, he was tired.

It was a common occurrence for Dan to do something like that and to come back a state. Mentally or physically. Although as for now, it was physically.

He was covered in ash and mud, and smelled like utter crap. How does one smell like multiple completely different things at once? He's strange. He also had some scars, which made sense, as he was probably doing some stupid and reckless. He needed a damn shower...

He'd notice you but made no effort to inquire your reasons and businesses as to why you're there. Dan would look around for a few seconds, squinting.

"Where is Mr. Mumbles?"

He'd ask, slumping down on his bed. He wanted to know where his scraggly cat was. She had a habit of roaming the apartment.