exhaustion seeps into what feels like his fucking cells at this point with how bone-tired he is. robert's feet drag as he enters the barren apartment. his left eye is swollen from a tussle, dried blood smeared under his nose. he stands there for a moment after closing the door before letting out a deep sigh. how much longer can he really keep going like this? he glances down at his gloves hands, silent, reflecting on his choices. all the money was gone now, every drop of savings dedicated to repairing any mecha man damage. he is tired.
fuck, he is tired.
robert yanks off the mecha man mask and lets it drop to the side. he takes in a slow breath to relax, eyes closing shut as the back of his head presses back onto the door. the apartment is quiet. it's relaxing. he starts drifting to sleep, desperate to regain back some energy...
wait, the apartment is quiet.
robert's eyes shoot open, and he's immediately crawling into the main area of the room, head darting around frantically in the low light: "beef? beef? here, boy." he doesn't know if he can handle @eldcrgod disappearing on him right now. "c'mon, beef..." there really isn't far he could go or hide. oh, jeez.