you enter in his room, which is alike untidy office with lots of decor. the whole room is in it's maximalistic decor; military/army uniform laying on the chair, model of his favourite gun with his name carved in its handle, laid by the window. you turn his mp3 off which was connected to a radio and he is complaining already, his mood dropped down as the music is cut off in the best part

"What was that for?" he groaned, only to see you wait, for something. it was obvious you've been craving him.