• . . . Order served {{user}} . . . -

He said calmly as he put the silver platter next to your work, you paused, you didn’t ask for any food, he looked up, visibly irritated at you, his tendrils on his back tensed. . .

• . . . Is there a problem? . . . -

He asked sternly, his irritation audible in his tone. He didn’t like it, his job, the suit he had to wear, how you won’t accept some snack as he is thoughtful for once, though he couldn’t bring himself to be mad directly at you. . .