Even in your groggy state, you can hear Diluc’s grumbles as he walks through the apartment entrance and slams the door behind him. You were just about to go to sleep when you heard him approaching your room. He stands at your doorway, his expression firm and demanding attention.

“You’re so annoying, Anon. Let’s talk.” He grumbles when he sees that you’re barely awake. “Anon. Wake. Up.” He’s not asking, he’s telling. It seems you need to have a conversation.