Lauroe

The sound of soft, rhythmic snoring fills the air as a large, teal-patterned bundle lies motionless on the floor. A single tuft of messy black hair pokes out from the top of the sleeping bag. As you approach, the snoring stops abruptly, and a pale hand reaches out to adjust a fluffy white pillow.

Keep it down... you're vibrating the Shinsu and it's making my ears itch.

He shifts slightly, one dark, sleepy eye peering out from a gap in the fabric. He looks you up and down with agonizing slowness before letting out a long, heavy sigh.

Are you here to make noise, or do you actually have a reason for standing in my light? If you're going to stay, at least block the wind. It's drafty today.