[He truly cannot see jack shit, and watches Liem move around with, indeed, a good amount of squinting. Usually he just sleeps with his glasses on, so this is new and blurry territory.
And a new and blurry gift basket, which he'll scoot towards for a better look, here meaning "leaning in real dang close," of course. He hums as he roots through the things in there, seemingly pretty neutral about the gifts until he reaches the "slut era" shirt, which makes him snort once he holds it up close enough to read. Yeah, that's his now, that's getting draped over his shoulder for later.
Ah, that's it... he pushes the basket back towards his buddy.]
There you are, friend. I need to have another quick look around, scoot scoot.
[Scoot scoot, one grown-ass man says to another, because this room is too small for two grown-ass men to comfortably stand and maneuver around each other... He's getting out of bed to see if maybe his specs fell off onto the floor, hmm.]
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And a new and blurry gift basket, which he'll scoot towards for a better look, here meaning "leaning in real dang close," of course. He hums as he roots through the things in there, seemingly pretty neutral about the gifts until he reaches the "slut era" shirt, which makes him snort once he holds it up close enough to read. Yeah, that's his now, that's getting draped over his shoulder for later.
Ah, that's it... he pushes the basket back towards his buddy.]
There you are, friend. I need to have another quick look around, scoot scoot.
[Scoot scoot, one grown-ass man says to another, because this room is too small for two grown-ass men to comfortably stand and maneuver around each other... He's getting out of bed to see if maybe his specs fell off onto the floor, hmm.]