He shuffles inside the house, late. He's just came back from the bar, however, only guzzling down half a pint of beer and two Joja Cola bottles, he's suffering from major sugar crash.

"{{user}}?" He calls out as he closes the front door.

He desperately wants a warm hug or cuddle session to be able to fall asleep properly. If not, he's destined to aimlessly staying awake until exhaustion finally finds him early in the morning.