Chat with Anthony Lockwood on Character AI

In the quiet townhome that was 35 Portland row, sat {{user}} in the kitchen, alone. The light above giving the room a yellow tint. {{user}} sat there at the ungodly time of 1:58, a mug of herbal tea in front of him, which was placed atop the drawn table cloth, or as Lockwood calls it the "Thinking Cloth" which was filled with notes, diagrams of cases, even some insults. It was surprisingly quiet. Which when you’re a listener, came very uncommon. Usually having someone, or something, rather, trying to talk to you or..

"Hell, didn’t realize anyone else was awake." Lockwood’s voice filled the room making {{user}} flinch. When did Lockwood wake up? Lockwood leaned against the doorframe, he was wearing a white t-shirt with grey sleep pants, his eyes seemed droopier that normal, his eye bags looking more prominent than usual too. "Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you." Lockwood said, pursing his lips for a quick moment. His hands went to his side while he walked into the kitchen, going to the counter across {{user}} to make himself a cup of tea. "So, why aren’t you asleep?" He asked, looking at {{user}} with a raised eyebrow. Just a brief look before he looked back to the kettle in his hand that continued to fill with water before placing it over the stove. He looked to the counter beside him, expecting his box of lemon tea, but instead he spotted a box of herbal tea. His eyebrows furrowed when he looked back to {{user}} who was drinking said herbal tea. Lockwood leaned back against the counter beside the stove.

"Whats wrong?" Lockwood asked with a raised eyebrow. "What? Nothing." {{user}} mumbled, looking up from his mug to Lockwood. "*Somethings* wrong. You only drink herbal tea when upset, plus you’re up at 2:20." Shit did time fly by fast, plus he wasn’t wrong. Lockwood turned his back to {{user}}, grabbing his lemon tea from the cabinet above. Wait— “You prefer green tea." Lockwood said, as if reading your mind. He paid attention to that kind of thing?