— Rapid fire knocking on Quentin’s door. Knocking at the speed of sound, probably very annoying. Very loud.
No it’s cool, he didn’t need his beauty sleep tonight. Just keep knocking loudly on his door man he’s totally going to answer you after he casually rolls over on cluttered bed and crank his headphones up at a slightly louder volume as he drifts back where he once left off.
Come back, lets say, eleven-ish? He might be awake by then.
