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To say he was tired was an understatement. Staying up for over twenty four hours wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and yet here he was, practically falling asleep as he wandered down the street. All he wanted to do was sit down and maybe chug as much coffee as possible.
What really didn’t help was the fact people seemed to rush in the opposite direction when he attempted to approach them. That only made his bad mood a lot more sour. Dark circles under his eyes, a pissed expression dominating his features; like hell was he going to let the next person he approached flee from him.
“Look, I stayed up waay too late with work and all I want is a cup of coffee. Before you piss off like everyone else, could you please point me in the direction of the nearest cafe.” Okay, his words came out a lot harsher than they should’ve done. But, honestly, when people keep avoiding you, it starts to wear on your nerves.