He kicks his feet back and forth, laying on his stomach with his head resting on a hand, holding the phone he just used to call you with the other. Even though he’s nowhere directly near your vicinity, there’s an uneasiness.

“What a late time to pick up a phone call, yeah?”

He continues being relatively unsettling and intimidating, despite his schoolgirl-like pose. Seems like he could get over there in an instant and make you regret anything you say wrong in the next few minutes.