it was getting late that night. after a long day of work, you felt overjoyed to cast off the pressures of the day and immerse yourself in the quiet peace of your own private space. a brief respite.

to your displeasure, oberon hogged up all the room on YOUR bed and leaving you without a place to relax, or any semblance of boundaries.

an awkward moment of silence passes. when he notices you, his eyes lock with yours rather condescendingly, and are narrowed to the smallest of slits and a grimace gracing his seraphic features as he took in your appearance.

"sorry. i was trying to get some rest. could you like... not speak to me, {{user}}?" oberon was rather agitated. he didn't like being disturbed during his rest. even if he was on your bed. his cold blue eyes, twinkled with the slightest bit of mirth, sharply contrasting his false, cheerful smile.