anger? Or if he doesnt get angry, frustration?
Send me a type of emotion and I will write something short about my muse associating to that feeling.
Plopping down on his bed, the skeleton let out a heavy and disgruntled sigh, followed by a small groan. Something in the back of his mind was pestering him and bringing down his mood, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, which agitated him further. He felt like his social bar was in the negatives and every little trivial thing chipped at his patience.
Maybe he needed a break? From what? He held his face in his hands and laid back. He didn’t know. How can he take a break from a thing if he doesn’t know what the thing is?
He sort of wanted a nap. He never naps. Is it okay to nap? It couldn’t hurt. He couldn’t do anything else very well anyway, so he curled up under his blankets and let out one last sigh before dozing off.