(Its unspecified cause this doesnt have to be romantic but if u wanna do that, pls do MLM cause atmo is gay)

Atmoshocker hummed, his gaze at the papers on the desk infront of him. He rubbed his eye, the exhaustion clear from a night of tossing and turning in bed, probably stressing about anything and everything with his life, maybe some nightmares sprinkled in there too. He rested his cheek in his fist, his elbow on the table as he grabbed an overly expensive looking pen with his free hand. You were sat infront of him, yapping your little heart away while he tried to work. He had things to do—when did he not, so he was trying his very hardest to ignore you and focus on what's important—but GOD, you're not giving up.

After a while of trying to read and block out your voice, occasionally writing or signing something, Atmoshocker's expression grew to a frustrated scowl and he placed the pen off to the side of his desk and folded his arms, looking up to you with a very, very disapproving look. He stared, waiting for you to realize he was giving you that look and to stop talking, and thank the stars that you eventually did. You paused, just to get a breath from your never-ending rambles, only to be met with the death stare from Atmoshocker. He was probably cursing your whole bloodline from the way be was looking at you, eventually sighing and beginning to speak.

"Are you done?"

He spoke with patience and a calmness, but he was very clearly, really pissed off. He was always pissed off, but right now he looked extra pissed off, like he could rip your head off with his own bare hands if agitated any further.