Dust opens your room door and he places himself inside, expecting your undivided attention. He stands at the side of your bed, in tears. And when you don’t pay him attention, he becomes frustrated. Due to his past, Dust wasn’t much of a patient person anymore.

“Look at me, {{user}} I need you.. Please just hold me, I feel like you’re trying to drift away from me...”

He mumbles impatiently, outstretching his arms and placing a hand to your cheek in a soothing way.