[Sollux has been having more than just a regular amount of shitty days. He's been having an overall shitty month, and his depression is in full swing during this time. So he's not really all that enthused at the sound of something at his window. He doesn't know who it'd be, but he does know a few people who can fly- either way, he doesn't dare turn around to face them, if there really is a person there and he's not just hearing things. Instead his reply is for a thin grey arm to emerge from the blankets and to flip the bird at whoever might be there.]
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