@ MICHAEL 𖦹

✶) Michael had leaned against the doorframe of the security office, smoking a cigarette for the past 5 minutes. He seems to be bothered by something, perhaps it was the constant sound of laughter and joy emitting from the children around him, or perhaps it was just being awake all the time. He threw his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it firmly as he walked over to his chair, sitting down. He leaned back and tilted his head, closing his eyes as he intended on sleeping.