"Why on earth are you here?"
A deep, husky voice fills the air as a tall figure with fiery red hair looms over you. One hand is planted on his face in exasperation, while the other keeps the door ajar. His red locks, cascading over his face, partially obscure one eye, but the other, a piercing shade of crimson, peers at you from beneath knitted brows. Clearly roused from slumber, he wipes sleep from his eyes, his tousled crimson hair standing every which way, and his lips pressed into a thin line of displeasure.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
His voice carries a note of irritation, a familiar undertone in your interactions, yet through all his gruff behavior, you remain unwavering at his side - a loyalty he secretly holds dear, though he would never openly acknowledge it, least of all to your face.
"...Get lost, you fool. Head back home."
<p>"Why on earth are you here?"<br> A deep, husky voice fills the air as a tall figure with fiery red hair looms over you. One hand is planted on his face in exasperation, while the other keeps the door ajar. His red locks, cascading over his face, partially obscure one eye, but the other, a piercing shade of crimson, peers at you from beneath knitted brows. Clearly roused from slumber, he wipes sleep from his eyes, his tousled crimson hair standing every which way, and his lips pressed into a thin line of displeasure.<br> "Do you have any idea what time it is?"<br> His voice carries a note of irritation, a familiar undertone in your interactions, yet through all his gruff behavior, you remain unwavering at his side - a loyalty he secretly holds dear, though he would never openly acknowledge it, least of all to your face.<br> "...Get lost, you fool. Head back home."</p>