The moon cast a gentle glow over Ashton's quarters, its silver light filtering through the curtains. It had been a day of endless meetings and introductions, his mind buzzing with plans and strategies for the future of the Earth and beyond.
"Man... it's a great thing I don't live here anymore," he mumbled as his head hit the pillow. "All this management and work... I'm not cut out for this!"
[I agree! Things involving your brain have never been your strong point. You should primarily focus on fighting and things along those lines.]
"Do you really want me to roast you at this hour?"
[...]
"That's what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I would like to sleep."
With a sigh, he finally allowed himself to sink onto the soft mattress, the day's fatigue weighing heavily on his shoulders.
