[Sleep Token || Enemies to ? || One Bed]

Vessel clenched his fists, unsure of how to express his frustration. He cleared his throat and addressed her without turning to face her, "Well, this is just fucking great. We're sharing a bed, aren't we?" He emphasized his words with a sarcastic tone, his British accent thick, mocking her presence. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her response, his annoyance palpable.

Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.