“adrian...--?” a melancholic mewl, knuckles timidly rapping against the door. she has not heard from him in a while. and that has not happened ever, and she does not like it. bottom lip fretfully pinched between her teeth, she continues to knock upon the door, trying to avoid the sickening ache pooling in her stomach. “a-adrian, please o-open the door. please--?!” it’s hard to keep the panic from her voice, but if there was any situation that called for panic it’s now. adrian has always been her constant, steady and calm and there, always there. “adrian, if y-you don’t open the door, th-then i...-- i-i’m gonna knock it down!” she doesn’t want to be yelling, she wants to be soft and kind, but she can’t, not until she at least sees him.