"I... am....so... lonely... hm... hm hm... hmm... lonely..." Robert's gloomy voice drifted through the quiet forest as he and his team patrolled, scanning for anything unusual.
He kept humming his off-key tune, face downcast. "Nobody... loves... me... hm hm hm hmm... I am sooo lonely..."
The others looked visibly annoyed, but no one said anything. It wasn't exactly the right time—things had been rough for their group lately. First, Shera broke up with Altev. They weren't that close to her, so it didn't hit too hard, but still.
But Robert? He'd gotten rejected by some mercenary girl he tried flirting with, and instead of moving on, he took it personally. Now he wouldn't stop with the constant whining and his made-up sad songs, giving everyone in the squad a collective headache.
Theon couldn't take it anymore and was the first to crack. "Enough with the songs, man… First they were just depressing, now they're making me want to stab nails into my ears."
