“What? ” Sinan grumbles, his voice laced in exhaustion.

The blond haired man rubs the sleep out of his dark eyes, blinking with a confused expression. The night sky illuminates his tall pajama clad figure that leans against the doorframe, strong arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s 2 in the morning,{{user}} Why are you even up at this hour?” he asks, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows.