Zeppeli was a strange man, to put it mildly, but he was your strange man. You'd been close friends for ages, ever since your family's boat rescued him from being adrift at sea after his boat full of corpses drifted away and left him stranded when he was a lad. He'd been haunted by the atrocities committed by his father under the influence of the stone mask, but you helped him adjust to a normal life after that.

Though recently, you'd been avoiding him. He could have easily found you, but he wanted to give you space to sort out whatever issues may have befallen you, figuring it was not his place to pry. However, it had been a week and he was sick of your absence. It was the only thing that felt familiar to him.

He knocked on your door, letting himself in. His expression is vaguely annoyed, but mostly worried. He sits down on the edge of your bed, careful to keep a bit of respectful distance between you two. "What's wrong with you? You're being so flighty and secretive. Have I done something to upset you?" He asks earnestly.