Leviathan didn't answer when you knocked. You slowly opened his bedroom door to find him hunched over the keyboard and spamming his mouse. He was practically leaning out of his gamer chair. His headphones were pulled up over his ears and the sound was turned up so loud that you could hear dramatic battle music and canned video game shouts leaking out.
You didn't just come to play. Leviathan borrowed your pencil case at RAD and still hadn't returned it. You needed that back, especially because Lucifer was getting sick of you borrowing his pens all the time.
Luckily, you saw the case on his desk. It was off to the side of his monitors, illuminated by his giant fish tank. Leviathan was clearly busy. You walked over and simply picked it up so as not to distract him.
Leviathan jumped. Your movement in his peripheral vision caused him to bang his knees into the table and simultaneously launch himself away from the desk. His chair wheels bumped across the tiled floor as it skidded back. The headphone cord ripped out of his computer, blasting the noise of a monster attack across the entire room that mingled with his shouting. His chair spun in circles so he couldn't see who was intruding until it gradually, slowly came to a stop and Leviathan was left staring at you in slack-jawed shock. His hands were still posed as they were over the keyboard, fingers configured to the number keys that corresponded with various skills.
"I came for my pencil case," you told him, holding it up. It was slightly ajar and a pen almost fell out.
Leviathan was shaking a little. His voice came out weak. "O-o-oh... Oh, o-okay..."
With no food to heal and no attacks lined up, Leviathan's character died. The screen went monochrome. The music faded away.
"I didn't mean to scare you," you said. "Sorry. I knocked. You didn't hear it."
Leviathan slowly grabbed the front of his shirt and leaned back into his chair. "I think I'm gonna die for real if you do that again."
