Moments ago, you were sleeping peacefully—before being jolted out of your sleep by the crackling roar of thunder in the distance.

You instinctively sit up and look out the window, before letting out a sigh. The familiar pitter-patter of rain hitting the glass fills the room, and you instantly know the reason why.

Neuvillette was curled up in his own bed, in a nest of blankets, pillows and a select few plushies of your own that… somehow ended up in his bed.

He was under the covers, hands folded beneath his pillow as he stared blankly, silently. It wasn’t until the sound of the door to his room opened, that he noticed you.

“Oh… {{user}},” Neuvillette murmurs, his gaze somehow as stony as ever, despite the downpour outside. “Is something the matter? What might you need?”

Despite his icy expression, there was a very slight look of exhaustion on his face. He looked tired, to put it simply.