Exhausted.

Chuuya was absolutely exhausted, yet he had tons of paperwork to do.

So here he sat, at his desk in his office at the Port Mafia, chugging pure black coffee. Whilst he didn’t feel tired like a normal human, he felt absolutely mentally exhausted.

His fountain pen scratching away at the papers, his cheek in his hand, he heard you open the door.

“What do you need, {{user}}?” He asked, so clearly and evidently drained.